A strange thing has been happening lately. I’ve been left at home. On my own. At the weekend.
First there was the camping trip to Snowdon, then my husband went to see his mum taking the two younger kids with him while my eldest went to a party and then they all went to a Man Utd game. Leaving me home alone three times in the space of six weeks.
Of course I could have made arrangements. Done something lovely with my friends like go out for lunch. But I’m not a go out for lunch with friends kind of person. After 13 years stuck at home with kids, it just doesn’t occur to me to do this sort of thing. I just think I’ll stay at home, earn myself a few mum points by doing useful things like mopping the floor and cutting the grass and mess about on my blog a bit.
Oh, and the weeds really, really needed doing. For a few extra bonus mum points, I could get some of those up too. I toyed with the idea of getting some gardening gloves from the local shops to help. (In case you’re building up a picture of the ‘local shops’ as some darling little bijou boutiques or maybe a friendly corner shop, that’s not what I’m talking about. I live near a retail park. I can get anything I possibly need there. I don’t ever need to go to town.)
While I was at said ‘local shops’ (not buying gardening gloves), I started getting tweets from people telling me they couldn’t get on my blog. What was wrong?
I got lots of very supportive tweets from some lovely people who were all trying the help me get my blog back. Then my blog designer/ host Geek Fairy looked into it for me. My blog was clean, but it still wasn’t working! My head was full of blogposts, I had time on my hands and I couldn’t blog. Disaster!
Eventually it became clear – my domain name had expired. Despite the email I’d had telling me it had renewed. So I paid up, sorted it and started weeding.
After we’d got a grip of our garden over the summer and planted some lovely flowers, something went wrong. Badly wrong. The weeds had completely taken over. They would be a nightmare to get up.
But apparently with a spade, they’re not too hard at all. Big, thick, tall weeds can be dug up pretty easily. But it would have been a whole lot easier if they hadn’t have blimmin’ well grown in the first place. Oh, and some of them are REALLY spiky. They hurt. Those gardening gloves would have been a good idea.
So even at 41, every day is a school day. I’ve learnt:
- Check your domain name has updated, whatever the email says.
- Weeds come out pretty easily with a spade
- Weeds should never be allowed to get that big
- Weeds can hurt – buy yourself some gardening gloves at the local shops
- Just arrange to do something with your friends and avoid gardening altogether.