Summer is here, as the sunburn on my arms confirms. AND IT'S ABOUT BLOODY TIME! I'm sick of shitty horrible rainy crappy cold weather. It's the kind of weather that makes me want to spontaneoulsly buy a barbeque and blast out some old school hip-hop into the wilderness that is indie rock. But Strudey would disown me; so I won't.

 

Quite a lot has happened recently. A few days ago my mum asked me to dig up a plant from our back garden and move it to the front garden. The trouble was that the plant had grown so big for the border that it was it, it had managed to somehow root itself into the wall. After many minutes of levering and yanking on the plant it was almost free. Just one major root remained. One great final tug on the plant saw it fly out of the soil and I, like in cartoons, flew backwards and landed on my arse. However, this is not the funniest moment. I managed to sit up just in time to see the wall collapse and a landslide of soil and bedding plants swept the garden.

 

But that wasn't the end of the drama of the moving plant. More excitement accompanied my digging a hole for it in the front garden. As I was shovelling I hit something very hard in the soil. Intregued, I dug deeper, hoping to find treasure. What I actually found was what appeared to be a cardboard box. I was shocked by how hard it had gone. I don't know how that happened, but it must have been there for a bloody long time. You could still make out writing though on the top of the box. I lifted what I presumed to be the top of the box off and found...