Zombie

The poplar tree felled some months ago is supposed to be dead.  It's sprouting leaves and branches.  No, not the stump (that's not sprouting) but the severed log lying on the ground. 

Monday. Heathrow still humming gently in the bedroom. A day of mixing computer and pruning.  We need a documented Business Plan to back up a grant application; which is a bit like needing to evolve a horse when all you are asking for is a both to fix the wheel to the cart, but rules is rules.

Of course we've got all the bits scattered around in various corners, just not in the Right Format.  Need to go hack some laurel.