Chicken Sunday

We finished off clearing the garden today with two trips to the dump. This guy seemed to spend his time either telling people where to put things or moving stuff around people had put in the wrong place. He was cheery and helpful though, as were the other guys there. It's not always so jovial.

The dump makes me sad. So many perfectly good things being chucked away as worthless. I almost heard a pair of very nice chairs weeping as they were cast into oblivion...

The fresh air has been great and what better way to celebrate a job well done than a roast lunch. The Mrs did her first ever solo roast and it was perfection. I can barely walk, especially after the apple crumble as well. Deep joy.