Sunday Scribblings - "The Backyard"

I prefer to call it “the back”, because that way it is, in a manner of speaking, non-denominational – nobody’s likely to get the impression that “the back” is a structured garden or a neat lawn or even a proper backyard. Because “the back” really is, simply put, a mess. No more, no less. I’m no good at growing things, too squeamish to do any serious gardening in case I encounter any slugs, snails or other creepy crawlies, and don’t know how to maintain a manicured lawn (and don’t particularly care to know – what’s the point? It’s at the BACK! Hardly anyone gets to see it!).

However, nobody who’s not actually a visitor to my house needs to know that, which is why I’m boldly stating this on my blog. What if someone reads this post, you ask? Well, so what? The three people (my guesstimate) who might conceivably stumble upon this post at some point in the future will read about “the back” at my house - but it won’t do them any good because they will not know what it actually looks like.

No, I will not be putting up any photographs.

I may have outed “the back” of my house here like a sleazy insinuating gossip columnist, but I'm going to retain at least a vestige of its dignity (and mine) by not sinking to the level of the shameless paparazzi...