It’s a year to the day since we moved into this house, and the garden is taking the strain at the moment. Builders, summer heat, no rain, and some nasty pests which are taking advantage of the weakened state of the plants to move in and do their nasty pesty stuff.
I decided to fight back today, and headed down to the local garden centre (struggling to get past The Irrigation Bore) to buy some things to treat the garden to some delicious garden nutrients and kill the pests.
Long story short, the garden will benefit hugely from my heroic efforts in the medium term, but in the short term, everything smells of compost.
Including the beagle.
Right now, a cold beer and some football (my fantasy side destroyed by impending Champions League fixtures).
Well deserved (the beer, that is).