Hello campers (sorry, I just had to do that once, I won't do it again, I promise)
Despite the massive patch of overgrown madness and the fact that the shed that is leaning so much to the left I am nervous to even touch it for fear of being flattened, the garden is looking pretty wonderful at the moment.
The matchsticks seem to be deterring the cat from using the seedling area as the toilet, the spinach plant is now taller than Tom (yes, I know that's weird, and we're not entirely sure it's actually spinach, but we are eating it anyway) and the courgette that we accidentally grew upside down is flourishing beautifully, despite being the courgette equivalent of a hunchback.
The huge patch of flowery madness is in desperate need of an afternoon's attention-I KNOW there are some actual plants in there but at the moment they are difficult to spot amongst a frightening number of what I can only describe as 'unwanted weedy type green things.'
The biggest surprise of the last week was revealed when Tom cut back the ivy on the wall by the kitchen door. I love the ivy, but if we left it any longer, we wouldn't be able to get out of the kitchen. On cutting it back, Tom has uncovered a stone plaque on the wall, adorned with the facade of a house, with a cat on the steps to the door. Also on the facade, on either side of the door, are 2 areas for candles.
It is fair to say that this was the LEAST expected thing to find on a wall. It made me wonder if that is why our garden is attracting the evil cat from next door. Perhaps it has been lured there by some sort of cat spirit? If we light candles on it, will we attract cats from all of south east London? It's tempting to give it a whirl. Watch this space. And, watch your cat.
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