Fish & Chimps & mushy Bees again.

NOT the easiest thing I've done all week.
Determined to have a cuppa somebody else made and having decided to use a "Growbag" for, so far as I recall, the first time, I took off to Dobbies.
I purchased my customary trio of One Yellow, one "Normal" and one Beefsteak to go with it.
It felt a bit weighty so I employed my usual trick - "top o' the heed" (African Lady style) with the weight down through my spine rather than in my arms.  I began to see why "they" couldn't find their way into Dad's spine for a Lumbar puncture.
I got it dumped and came back to check the weight.  According to Amazon it weighs thus:-
"18 kg Giant Tomorite Planter with Sea Weed."
Next job - recharge my batteries, move the bag into situ, and plant 'em.

The title B T W was what I chose.  My intent was a brew and a Scone - BUT - after the long (ish) queue I was more a fettle for a meal plus a goodly Crack with some "Marraslavians" :-
Yan Frae Wukiton, yan frae Flimby an yan frae Grasslot.  So "wid me frae Speeartie" crack waz gay good.
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ADDENDUM:-
Second thought - I walked around a while, then decided to go for thr meal.  I entered at the far end of this space and was turned back to go the long way back inside.  I have a sneaky feeling that, from the number of groups I saw at tables outside we could have been seated inside as far apart as we were outside.
Sorry about the GLARE, I've even "darkened" it.