Whatever that means
It’s an iron law of holiday Mondays that they must be spent in a futile attempt to make a neglected garden look like it’s been looked after. And today was no different. After a couple of hours trying to get to grips with Illustrator and a fine pancakes and bacon breakfast, it was out into the garden. My job was to recover some square yards of parking space from weeds. Done.
Also had a wee trip to B&Q and found a new bike shop in Dunfermline that also sells coffee. Hid in there while M got on with the weeding. A fine result.