Not for me those long hours poring over a Sunday newspaper (although I do seem to find myself drinking a proper coffee in a coffee shop every week). At 7.00am this morning I was opening the hen house to let the ladies start their day. Luke finished off what I had started yesterday by clipping the conifer a little more and then we paid a visit to the city dump to dispose of the garden waste before hacking back an errant conifer behind the shed. It has been blocking out the light so we decided to cut it back whilst it was still manageable.
Jack came home and said I could go into his garden to finish off the conservatory roof. He's such a gentleman and a wonderful neighbour so once I'd cleaned my roof I started on his conservatory. From his gutter I pulled out half a bucketful of soggy leaves which I've added to the compost. Taking the lid off the bin was like opening an oven door, the heat generated from it ensured that it was well on it's way to providing crumbly compost for our veg patch.
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