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October 21, 2010

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EB_GardenDesign

One word - OWWWCHHH! Loved reading your post; it really made me giggle - not the leg-drilling bit, obviously! I was very brave though, I read it whilst eating a bacon sarnie.

Very best wishes with your book project; sounds great!

Michelle Wheeler

It's a dangerous job gardening.Remember Ray one of my lecturers telling us the wheelbarrow causes the most injuries to gardeners.I on the other hand have stood on a rake 4 times this year and wacked myself in the head with the handle.Comedy moment? Possibly,just not a good look with a red mark on forehead.When I worked in A/E the worse injury I saw was with a gentleman who had had a disagreement with a chainsaw...He was ok in the end just embarrassed.

Good Luck with the book.xx

Helen at Toronto Gardens

You made me laugh a lot -- *with* you, of course. I've had many similarly laughable gaffs, and while I can't use the "very, very young" excuse, I must say none of them were (was?) quite as pointed an example, shall we say, as drilling my leg. Perhaps that can be a catch phrase for you? Instead of "well, I never!" -- "well, drill my leg!"

Esther Montgomery

I'm trying to grasp this. By the look of the boot, you drilled three holes through the sole while you were wearing it. Is this right? Do you still have a foot?

Esther

Sophie

Dawn - I hope you're going to start selling these Blue Peter planters as well as writing about them, for those of us less -er - adventurous than your good self. I rather fancy the ceramic teapot..

Emily Okines

I love your writing style- it makes me giggle! I have a question though- why were your parents throwing bricks??!!??

Hope your drilling injury isn't too bad & that you're ok now. I look forward to hearing more about your book- it sounds fab! :o)

Lameh

Oh Dawn!

You do make me laugh!

I hope you & your beautiful family are well. I often think of you & LOVE catching up with you on your blog.

Good times & great memories!

Many hug & kisses for your war wound XXXxXXX

Helen

Oh you do make me laugh. Have any of your children inherited your accidental injuries? My eldest would have told you that drilling holes in teapots was a bad idea, he tried for me last year and got very fed up.
What is the lolly stick fence intended to keep out? ants, fleas?

Frances

What are you going to plant in your leg? Looking forward to the book...

elizabethm

I assume your parents were throwing bricks at each other? The husband of a friend cut of his little finger with a chainsaw last week so we are feeling very squeamish over here. Glad you were ok! and yes please, to your book.

Dawn

Libby - thanks and so glad my leg-mangling didn't dent your appetite for bacon sarnies (to be honest, with the drill bit actually in my leg I could probably still handle a bacon sarnie)

Michelle - right so that is now drills, wheelbarrown, rakes and chainsaws I now need to avoid. Good to know.

Helen - well, drill my leg, that's a capital idea!

Esther - I now feel smugly competent just because I didn't drill my own foot. However, to explain further, I did decide that holding the boot between my knees whilst drilling was the way to go until I realised that a) the boots are quite slippery and b) the proximity of the drill to my knee and leg was an error.

Sophie - yes, I'm quite happy with the teapot except that it took 10 minutes of solid drilling to make a small hole. Perhaps I should have taken out a second mortgage and just bought the ceramic drill bit (by which I mean one that drill ceramics as opposed to a piece of drill shaped pottery).

Dawn

Emily and Elizabeth - yes, I probably should clarify the parents/brick throwing incident. As a child, my family spent the weekends demolishing old buildings (long story) and these salvaged bricks were being thrown between my parents as they loading them into a wheelbarrow.

I still have the scars - the physical ones from the brick and the mental ones from spending my weekends demolishing houses...

Dawn

Lameh - how lovely to hear from you! I'm so pleased we can keep in touch via the blog and emails. Sending my love to you and all the family. Dxxx

Helen - Having drilled a single hole I am quite prepared to believe ceramic teapots are harder than diamonds. Ants or fleas? Tsk. Eveyone knows lollipop stick fencing is to keep the miniature animals off your miniature leaves on your miniature farm. Don't they?

Frances - I'm thinking cress. That way I can still fit my jeans over the top.

Plantaliscious

Ouch! Your childhood sounds a little like mine, though my parents were not in to demolishing buildings. Being on first name terms with the staff at A&E caused my Mum a lot of embarrassment - nowadays she'd probably be arrested for suspected abuse. I regularly expect to find I have drilled into some part of my anatomy, but happily have so far survived. And the guard on the circular saw is very good... Look forward to the book!

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