Well anyway. Tomorrow I will be handing in my paperwork to reapply for my (part time) job. And as often happens I will no doubt be reemployed and have to publicly eat my words. Mustn't grumble, The garden is looking good after a mowing and wholesale genocide of the ground elder (wholesale is probably redundant there). The Elder had spread with scifi alacrity and cunning. Here it covered an apple tree making it appear healthier, there it shot arrow straight tendrils across the lawn. The unsightly shed looked at first glance to be delightfully festooned in vine but in another year all would have been swamped in a smothering green blanket. Now the shed is clear for all to see and the apple tree seems closer to death.
Role on Thursday and our residency at Aid & Abet.