Today I took a few loads of garden waste to the local dump. Three tubs of soil, one of weeds, in the first load. A knackered old wheelbarrow and the dismembered laurel bush, in the second. Plus sundry oddments in both.
I noticed on arrival home, after the second consignment, that the wisteria over the front door is sagging/coming away from the frame. Looking for some string or twine at home was time consuming and fruitless. So I bought some from Boyes.
The wisteria looks much better now. Still not flowering, however. And that’s how many years now? Surely it’ll flower next year!? I think it’s supposed to flower in the third year? I reckon it’s reached four now!
Stepping back for a fuller view. Looks alright to me. I still need to put a little trim/lip around the two wooden planter boxes, so they last longer.
Earlier I’d reheated some pasta Teresa made over the weekend, and added some bacon, in a tomato sauce, grated cheese, salt n’ poppers.
I’ll peruse this, for a bit, and take it with me in my working travels, this art’noon:
I’ve bought editions of this before. And simply ignored it! Doh… I must make use of this one, methinks. Else it’s just wasted money. Plus I really ought to find better ways of earning a crust. This Amazon delivery business is alright. But I don’t want it becoming a ‘job for (what’s left of my) life’!