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I seem to be growing groundsel for Britain, so firstly untied the bean nets and pulled out the canes and spent a satisfying hour pulling out masses of groundsel seedlings. I'm paying the price for ignoring weeds going to seed. Put the seedlings in the weed tea tub. Then helped P who is still working to reduce a 15ft high conifer hedge down to a manageable height. I'm not sure I like him working at heights these days, better brush up on my first aid. As it was, yesterday, he tripped and fell through a roadside hedge and landed face first in a pathtch of nettles. Shame I missed it. He was looking through a hole in the hedge, trying to see the location of a muntjac barking it's head off on the railway embankment, and tripped over a low string of hidden barbed wire. He says the worst bit was after landing face down, sloping down, he knew he had to put his hands into the nettles to get up. He'd just taken his gloves off too. I've been very sympathetic quietly wishing I'd been there to see it
Gardening is an excuse not to do housework
Greetings from Salisbury
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