I’ve been skulking in my garden over the weekend, furtively squirting little patches of grass seed with the hose and praying that it’ll grow and cover up the urine burns in the lawn where the dog has weed.
Who knew that his business would cause such devastation? The grass looks like it has been spray painted with straw.
But the lawn squirting has come with guilt, as I can’t comprehend how our area isn’t on a hosepipe ban when everywhere else appears to be.
I checked the internet, checked with the neighbours and checked again. I can’t imagine that it’ll be long before we catch up with the rest of the south and have our hoses tied into knots. If only I could tie other things in knots as well.