So I stopped.
Mum, in her wisdom, decided that her shouting had worked.
Then she wandered through to have a wee in the bathroom so I wandered in to say hello.
And she saw my feet. They're a little bit muddy... and Mum shouted again.... she couldn't work out why, when I was unsupervised on the patio, where there is no mud, I had muddy feet.
Of course, Meg was sitting looking innocent in the dining room (albeit with that OH MY GOD YOU'RE DEAD look on her face at the same time) when Mum went to investigate.
It was only this morning that Mum was saying that the garden was going to need digging over soon, and I thought I'd help out.
I'm not sure why she didn't appreciate me trying to replant the patio apple tree nor why I'm now banned from going in the garden until I'm dry and only when I'm supervised.
These lazy Sundays should be banned.
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