Nothing too grand, I hasten to add. Just building up the edge round the front flower bed by the height of one brick. As I started Jools came out, said I was brave and mentioned she was off to pick up her mother.
She didn't mention Mother would be accompanied by stepfather, Albert, who I've never met before. I knew I had escaped Rich's Dad, who is a Derbyshire-based landscape gardener. I didn't know that Jools' stepdad is a....bricklayer. He assured me that it looked like my first attempt, that the first twenty years are the worst, and I need to hope the CLerk of Works doesn't come round...!
Photos have been taken, but for now there's beer to be drunk and muck to be spread!
