As previously mentioned I’ve been snowed under with the Handmaid’s Tale and am finding watching too much telly injurious to ones health, its summer, enjoy the fucking sun (I say to myself) Last week I decided to get some soil for the raised bed I made over a year ago which i’d been throwing garden rubbish into, specifically Christmas tree detritus. The internet, provides. But at £100 a pop for a tonne, theres got to be a better option, turns out theres a chap in the next village offering it for less than anyone else and even the world wide web, so the cheaper price; £15 a tonne is my gain garden development wise, plus I’ll probably inherit a shit load of rogue plants and weeds (plants where we don’t want them to be).But this is garden agriculture without tractors or slurry slaves, this is gardening so I’m told and is suitable for a man and woman of a certain age, of which I seem to find myself now… nothing I can do about it. So 2 1/2 tonnes was dumped on my driveway, without really having ordered it, and I’ve spent the last 4 days sorting it all out and shovelling it into clay borders and over the stony ground at the bottom of the garden. I’ve even planted some grass seed. So rugged roughened fingers will operate the remote control so I can watch somewhere through series 3 of the bloody thing.

Under his eye.