The garden is abuzz

Mrs FP put in a sterling shift, shovelling, raking, digging, watering, seeding, weeding. The garden has a grassy knoll (no, not that one) which we wanted rid of  to enable less shennanigans with the lawn mower. Many trips with the barrow and it was gone. I supervised of course, and periodicly shouted rousing encouragement, in turn the dog supervised me. 

By close of play Mrs FP.s face was as grubby as a Las Vegas mud wrestling stripper's. There was a brief comedic interlude when the Mem Sahib stood on the rake and got a whack. I tried hard not to laugh but with little success. Happily no damage, a little light bruising (I'll be getting disapproving glances in Tesco tomorrow), she was able to make a swift return to her labours.