This is my new toy:
It's a branch lopper. You can hold it up and cut away branches that are just too high to reach with ordinary clippers. Just look at the lethal blades. They slice through branches like butter.
I have been lopping madly and wildly with the result that I have a huge pile of cuttings and clippings waiting to be burned on my next bonfire. I am lucky enough to have a woody bit at the bottom of the garden, but too many bonfires upset the neighbours, especially if they are sitting out having a soothing glass of gin during the morning.
The pile. Or perhaps I should say pyre.
Also bought in a mad splurge of consumerism, some dinky little crooks to hang my bird feeders on.
I also got this little spiral to hang Cheeky Norman's fat balls in. It took the squirrels less that twelve hours to pull it to pieces and scatter poor Norman's balls over the garden. Cheeky Norman is our greengrocer who supplies all sorts of delights and delicacies including an extensive range of bird food.
Bargain of the week: beautiful book on gardening - four quid from the charity shop.
I cannot finish this posting without a word about Maalie's unhealthy, but beautifully photographed, breakfast. I had a bowl of meusli with mashed banana, skimmed milk, goji berries and a dollop of yoghurt.
This was followed by Fair Trade Organic coffee which is really one of the best coffees I have ever had, not a bit like that horrid stuff from Nicaragua we all drank a few years ago in solidarity with the Nicaraguans. Added was a soupcon of single cream. Not squirty cream which is full of air.
And a vitamin pill.
Yes. Well. Seeing what I eat and what Maalie eats for breakfast, I shouldn't really be surprised that he escapes when he stays with us. I expect he goes to the nearest transport caff for a fry-up.