There must be something in the air this week. What with a plant-squashing Bosswoman, hiking killer cats, a visit from a puffed out cycling TT, 13 rolls of loft insulation, a double kayak (with space for sandwiches), a limping Josh, a prostrate painting Bossman (photo being witheld until appropriate blackmail opportunity), and a new grey car that is blue; my day had many similarities to a Salvadore Dali painting. A word I seldom use to describe my job is “boring”. This is, on the whole, a very good thing.
This leaf of Solanum laciniatum, the Kangeroo Apple, was smiling menancingly at me this morning. Is it time to seek professional help?