Message in a bottle

Found this whilst clearing out my workshop. Covered in cobwebs and sawdust, concealed in a tin marked "emergency rations". It struck me as rather beautiful in an odd kind of way.

There was no message, just old beer. But I think this is evidence that the universe is talking to me. Well listening anyway.

Today was all about domestics. Nothing exciting. But curiously satisfying. I spent a lot of time in the garden, cutting grass, pulling up weeds, and trying to meet Mother Earth halfway when it comes to balancing the ecological and the aesthetic.

I am worried I am turning Into Orpington Man (google it).