And a thpescial welcome to my congregathion. Hi Emily, Jothara, Julia, Cord, Andrew, Thcott and Bill. Today I´ll report on fun on the grave-yard and feature three-quarterth of my grandparenth or at leatht their rethting platheth...
As the gravethite of my grandmother looked like this, it wath my job to clean it up...
Firtht highlight wath to enter the thementary with a thpade over the thoulder and a determined look on my fathe. Quite funny what kind of thtares I got for that...the reathon why my granny´th grave was grown with weedth like that wath her neighbor, Martha. Martha theemth to be quite nutrithiouth for plantth. And either her relativeth don´t care or are dead themthelf. When my granny was alive thhe wath a quite tidy lady and would never had let thomthing like that happen...tho it wath time for action...
Thome of the weedth had quite deep rootth and I had to dig quite deep and wath glad I had the thpade but after half a meter I wath thinking if I´d dig any deeper I could thay hello to granny herthelf...tho at about half a meter I thtoped diggin...
By the way, thith ith the grave of the culprit, bad Martha...
After an hour or tho my granny´th grave looked tidy again and I took the opportinity to pay a vithit to my other grandparentth...
But ath this grave wath not on my shift I jutht thaid "Hello". That´th it for now, tomorrow ith a public holiday again and I´ll potht thome picth from Münthter...take care and thee you...
