Postscript

I had to go to Mumbles and while I was out Husband decided to pick-axe the root.

He lost his balance, cut his leg, and threw soil all over himself. 

I call it karma. And the root remains.

Meanwhile the library will be closing for at least three weeks from Saturday for necessary work to the children's library. The library was built in 1935 and is a listed building so they're having to find the same plaster as was used then to replace it. If work at Zac's is anything to go by it will be longer than three weeks.

On my way home from the library I wasn't listening to the radio - I had the windows open and it was too noisy - but its display was showing. A synopsis of what was currently being broadcast:

Socrates flees his wife who faints when she feels Plato's legs.

You want to listen to that now, don't you?

Oh yes, and back in the garden.

I first planted this in the shady side bed. It was always being dug up or trampled on and was looking very pathetic so I transplanted it to a pot for some special care. It did well and I was able to put it back into the garden, in a better bit of soil, and look how it's flourishing today. I don't have many great success stories so I have to make the most of them when I do.

Speaking of non-success stories I have lost yet another pillow case. I have given up and ordered eight white pillowcases and two white fitted sheets.