I don’t take my bins out for collection very often, as there is no need, with nothing in them which is going to start smelling and attracting rats. It therefore came as something of a surprise when half of my garden gate seemed to disappear after I had opened it last.
My neighbour experienced the same phenomenon, with the errant portion of the gate swinging to the side rather than staying with the rest. She therefore approached me about getting a new one.
Moving forward a month or so, one of my Knit and Natter ladies told me of a sawmill she got her garden fence from, so this afternoon I took a look at what they could do in the way of gates. I was suitably impressed and will now have a little think.
In the meantime, I decided to return to Red Lodge Farm for some more raw milk, which I had first purchased last Saturday. Even my daughter concedes that it is delicious. She also thinks that my newly renovated office
would benefit from a kalanchoe or two like the one I got last weekend and the garden centre it came from just happened to be en route to the farm.
Another plant I am considering is a cheese plant. Something big, in any case, to prevent colleagues passing my window from making eye contact with me as easily. On my first day in the office, which also coincided with nearly a month’s break, it was fun to wave at everyone but the novelty has now worn off. The perils of glass walls….