What a lot of bull!

We were on a mercy mission to the garden centre this morning; the recently adopted fig tree is showing serious signs of discontent, casting it's leaves to the wind (well, strong draughts) and we needed a big water tray for it. Job done, let's see if it was just thirsty. Some of the things that they sell in these places are just ridiculous; I mean, no offence to the sculptor, but what are you going to do with recycled cattle?

Had planned to do a bit more work at the allotment this evening but I'm coming down with the dreaded lurgy and it feels like I'm coughing for Scotland. So S has told me to stay home and I always do what she says! It'll be feet up in front of the goggle box instead I think.