Friday, August 08, 2025

Back to back

Have I mentioned before how much I hate bindweed?

It's slithering all over my raspberry bushes. I had to yank out handfuls as I gathered raspberries.

But before that it was back to bamboo clearance. Elder Son came for a swim the other evening and I happened to mention that what we needed was a strong man or two to rid us of some particularly persistent roots. Ignoring my screams of, "You can't wield a pickaxe in your flipflops!" he did it there and then.

So I moved in today to begin clearing the fine roots and the stalks burrowing into the wall. It did mean dismantling part of the wall . . .

And still I can't get it all out. I was planning on planting something - yet to be determined - as soon as possible but I think maybe it would be better to leave it clear until next year so we can re-attack any shoots that emerge again. Maybe. That would be sensible. If I can wait.

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Went to Mumbles this morning to return my library books but the library was still closed. According to the workman standing outside it will open next Monday. I was tempted to ask if that were Workman Time or Real Time.

So I went online to renew my books to find it already done. A well-organised library team. I love my library.

Then browsing in charity shops I picked up two Sarah Winman books: I loved Still Life so much. I hope I'm not disappointed by these. I also began my now regular pre-Italy round of the chemists and stores selling ibuprofen and paracetamol to replenish Younger Son's stocks over there. 

We are due for a heatwave allegedly. Most weeks this summer we have been promised hot sunny weather, which has never quite lived up to heatwave standard, the weather always changing the day before, but we shall see. 

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Just read a post on Kathy's blog about the link between loss of sense of smell and abnormal brain scans. Don't think I'll investigate any further. 

Anyway, today, each time I walked past the garage I could smell death. Eventually traced it to a dead frog - or possibly toad; it was quite big. 


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Laughed out loud re your son and the flip flops/pickaxe, my stepson calls my garden footwear “toe tector birkies” aka flipflops!! Jan in Castle Gresley

Boud said...

Bindweed is the uncouth cousin of the couth morning glory. It's not seen much locally here.