Liverpool, UK: New Yard, New Me! Maybe...

Hello!

Here I am. Eight months after my last blog post which involved taking a small dog out for a looooong walk.

In July, 2017, the thing that is currently clearing my head is gardening (if planting flowers in tubs counts as gardening, that is... As it involves tiny, roasting hot gloves and a trowel, I'm going to say that yes, it does).

My tiny mum came up to visit me recently, and it was her idea to give our backyard a bit of a makeover. She is obsessed with gardens and demolition projects, and as our garden back in Wales is relatively under control, the sorting of mine was a project that both of us could get stuck into...

We didn't take any photos because we stupidly ploughed through it in the roasting hot sun, ripping out weeds, shoveling up sand and sweeping furiously for over an hour (we needed to work fast to avoid dying right there on the concrete floor. Seriously).

So here are a selection of photos of the finished results (which I literally cannot stop adding to. I think I have a flower-buying problem. And I keep sitting out here on my own, which is probably a weird thing for our neighbours on their trampoline to see every other second...)

Anyway, HERE IT IS. My new garden.

With a few little reminders on how to keep the whole thing alive...

'Helen. Water your plants.'

Me and my boyfriend had an argument in a garden centre car park over that blue one. It wouldn't fit in the car and he kept bending all of the flower faces to get them in...

'GET OFF MY FLOWER FACES', they shouted. But he kept on pushing...

I also had to put some slug pellets down, but I'm hoping they just read my message and move along. I don't want them to eat my flowers but I also don't want them to die...

Aren't they?

GOOD DAY TO YOU!

Every day is a good day when you eat out here (that is unless next door's cat has also popped in. More on that later...)

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Lost Gardens of Heligan: Where is your coffee shop?

I need coffee...

My mum is mising Paul McCartney...

...and my brother is trying to rival my blog with a new one called 'Dave charcoals'...

Can we at least solve one of these issues with one of you guys making me a coffee?

Trees? What about you?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Thanks for sending whatever you sent down from your leaves for me. It felt like it had teeth...

Something has bitten me...

Probably not a spider, as my mum has kindly illustrated above...

Or something from it's web.

Mum, why must you mock me when I have a fly in my pants and there's no caffeine to be had?

This will be my seat until coffee appears.

Strange...

The fly has gone but I see no cardboard cups trotting along.

Yet.

Maybe if I write annoying things on the wooden stuff here, my mum and brother will give up and find me a drink to shut me up?

'Mr Mendeleveev is the best', eh mum?

We'll see about that!

What's that, David?

You've GUFFED on the bench?

How rude...

Being hilarious and evil at the same time is so tiring...

Let me rest my flat foot for a minute.

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Falmouth, Cornwall: Chalk Prevention

We travelled to Falmouth yesterday. It took an hour to get there but it was totally worth it.

Friends... Small people...

CHALK!

Or not... *note hand waiting to rub out my fun*

Hiss

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Looe, Cornwall: Vicious seagulls?

Wandering around Looe, taking in the sights, staring at things I cannot buy and then THIS sign pops up...

WHY.

Why are they vicious? What have you done to them? I do not want seagull claws brushing my hair or a beak in my eyeball. No thanks.

*zips self up in coat and runs*

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Wales...where everything smells lush.

 

I went home at the beginning of the week...

 

It takes bloody ages to drive, but now that I'm 26 (over the railcard age), taking the train is no longer an option...

 

It took 6 hours on Monday :(

 

I did make it though...

 

...and it was worth it...

 

These logs are meant to be for my niece and nephew, but (sadly for them) I got to them first...

 

 

EVERYTHING SMELLS LUSH IN WALES.

 

 

And this back yard contains rabbits, too!

 

Aahh

 

 

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I chalked my hair because I couldn't chalk at the BBC...

I can't believe it's been 4 months since I last felt the urge to chalk...

I blame working for nearly the whole summer for it, and for the fact that it is wholly unacceptable to chalk on a BBC building. Or at the reception party of someone else's wedding/in the new shop that I work in/on my car.

Do you know where it HAS been okay to chalk though?

In my hair.

Yep.

In my hair...

Look! It's blue and green!

And there's nobody stood waiting to tell me off each time I colour it in! Hoorah!

If only the strands were thick enough for me to leave actually messages on each one...

Today, I would write something about sleeping all day, eating my boyfriend's pizza without him knowing, and how I'm now going to be awake ALL night thinking about it.

(Not because I feel guilty, but because there's only so long you can spend in the land of nod, innit.)

Maybe I'll perk up enough to chalk on something/someone else. My housemate has no hair though (and his girlfriend is staying over tonight), so it kind of rules that one out...

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Tell your friends that you love them...

This blog post goes out to Charlie Mallard, the lady who inspired me to start this blog.

I hope you appreciate my puns...

I'm stickin' with you...

(It's not a stick, but my chalks are too chunky to write on twigs)

Hope it's not too log (sorry) before you feel better again x

 ...and that you begin to see things...

...in a better light...

xxx

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Sefton Park, Liverpool: Best Seat in the House!

So, summer has finally arrived!

And the park near my home is looking completely amazing...

x 100,000 (plus a million)

Best seat in the house!

I could sit in this park all day.

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