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Waking up to smell the roses, or not.

Anyone who reads this blog regularly will know that I'm more desperate in the domestic department than housewife. I unashamedly admit to defaulting to the Woolies readymade section for even the simplest things, like potatoe wedges and, who am I kidding, I'm never going to find myself baking cupcakes on a Saturday afternoon "just for fun" – should you stumble upon me doing such a thing I fully expect you to stage an intervention facilitated by a chilled bottle of Springfield's Life from a stone . Anyway, all things considered, moving into a house with grass has taken a rather unexpected turn... I feel this rather disturbing urge to walk the fine line between green fingers and manicured ones. It started back in July when I found myself dead heading a row of Iceberg rose bushes and thinking, "I really should chat to my mom about the DO's and DONT's of pruning."  Long (fit for magazines like Good Housekeeping) story short, me and my rose bushes