And when I step back and look at what I've done I realise:
a) I've only done a tiny bit of the courtyard;
b) I only know it's been done because I've done it. I mean, no-one else would come into the courtyard and exclaim, 'Oh my, what a moss-free courtyard you have!'
Oh, look! The blueberries I'm eating were grown by Mr Wilczewski in Poland. Ah, isn't that nice? Fiddle, it says to wash before use and I haven't showered yet today. Or washed the blueberries. Ah well, what's a bit of pesticide between friends - and I feel I know Mr Wilczewski enough to call him a friend.
I'm going to write now. About dogs and herbs.