Spiky had its Christmas trim!

We have a spiky bush by the entrance of our drive. And I have lopped and snipped ‘til the bin is full. It’s December and I probably shouldn’t but I clipped ‘til the bin couldn’t take anymore without scarring by jumping on top. I didn’t have the right boots on! My excuse and I’m sticking to it.

I’m feeling a bit rubbish and sorry for myself. My scar on my tummy is very red and angry looking and the physio said I should have been treating it and massaging it to make it fade? So I’ve tried the recommended silicone gel strips and cream and I feel a bit sore and dizzy and sick… I might not be able to do this. I went for the big op at the time as I was determined that it would lessen the chance it got worse. But two years on, and it seems it’s my own fault that nothing is faded? I should have done more… that makes me cross as I don’t need extra stuff on my plate. The sticky gel stuff is £60 per pack for me to buy anyway and I will not be buying that. Can I get it from the hospital or has it been rationed to get me to buy it? Nope. I think I am going to stop with this stuff if I can. Not making myself sick before Christmas to improve the scar which was meant to improve on my appendix scar. I don’t care enough. Life is too short…

Spiky is decapitated!
Needs my twirly gadget to uproot the grass in this corner…

Don’t come back to bite me on the bum please as 2020 has been bad enough! I want my garden to look amazing next year but it’s not happening without a lot of work. News from Spain seems that my relatives are working hard planting succulents to try and make their patch their own too. Seems the hot tub is being scrapped as it’s sprung a leak? Now that is not at the top of my list yet! But the gardeners will garden wherever they are. 🧑‍🌾

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