The Doctor and I have been hard at work in our small courtyard setting it free from years of wisteria, errant bougainvillea, and whatever else has decided to manifest itself into the soil and block out the sunlight. I'm not sure my MIL is so impressed with our handiwork, but we're sick of the mosquitoes (and we're thinking of it as a medical priority for the safety of T-Rex). We might also develop SAD and a lack of Vitamin D because there ain't a lot of sunshine beaming through, so on a multi-level we're taking care of business.
We're calling it the emancipation of our courtyard. Kind of like this emanicipation, but without the glass shattering singing.
Matt's busy studying, so the Doctor and I are honing our skills as horticulturalists. I even bought the Doctor his own pair of psycho-claws (secateurs) which he proudly wields, and a new pint-sized pair of gloves since one of his has gone AWOL. (Speaking of which Briars are making fab snug-fitting, latex beauties, perfect for budding gardeners (get it get it???) - you can buy them here).
PS - Did you know I secretly love Mariah Carey? My old flatmate and I always loved rocking out to Mariah. Quelle daggy, I know. Who's your secret music lurve?