“Jill what the frig”🤣

When I was chatting to my mate Marion yesterday, jokingly~ she gave me a challenge when she said to me “Jill what the frig.. I reckon you could write about absolutely anything even a bloody twig” 

So she got my noggin overthinking as it was clinking and a chinking.. and Polly put the kettle on so I could deliberate whilst drinking...

I bent off a broken branch but it was a trifle big..My mission on that Monday morning was to plant some daffoldils and dig~ Alas I couldn’t find my trowel and I hadn’t got a spade..and I definately couldn’t dig the soily earth using a knife blade~ So of course I had to improvise and inbetween taking a swig.. I planted pretty daffodils with a snapped off twig...🤣