Ugly

I was expecting to see a large garden delivery when i got home this evening, which I'd arranged with the driver to leave in the front garden. When it wasn't there I was slightly confused, mainly as I didn't think it was hugely desirable to anyone and you'd need a van to take it anywhere.

Turns out No. 2 - and her mum (!) - had decided to move it all into the house on the way back from getting some blood tests done this morning. She's very thoughtful, at times.

Growbags are ugly things but they seem to be good at their job.