Apple of my Eye

So, goodbye Arsene Wenger. My appearance at St James’s Park last weekend seems to have finally convinced him to hang up his strange big sleeping bag style coat. Much good reading about the Arsene era in the weekend papers. Along with the revelations about the Windrush generation which gets worse the more you read.
So, a day of much musing and much toil. Who knew a little bit of sun and warmth could bring on the weeds to such an extent. I think a biomass energy plant could be utilised beside my shed.
Later, much satisfaction from planting out, though I can tell that although being given free rein, the hebe may have to be moved. Here’s some lovely flowers..