Harley 1 Ivy 0

Sunday. Car boot then djembe for the Funky Chicken at church (don't ask). Time to tackle the remaining ivy. Was one of those times where aspieness turns a simple job into a mammith undertaking (and no thats not what happens when furry elephants die). Harley couldn't simply get rid of the biggest weeds and then retire for a leisurely cuppa. Oh no. Harley has to get rid of ALL the ivy. Harley ends up re-laying 5 slabs thanks to her need to get all the roots up. Still, at least there isn't a hole in the middle of it now. Took bloody ages...but looks tonnes better now. Hopefully I won't get every passing block paving salesman trying to give me a quote now!!! Although the one who asked if my parents were in was amusing!

Hard afternoon's graft. And suprisingly..no squashed fingers/toes.

House ivy....your time will come!!

Will be most gratifying burning this lot!