I was in Carrefour yesterday after work. I kind of went in for a fridge, but ended up with a strimmer. I decided to sort the garden out at the back of the office. It’s a fair size – big enough for having a barbecue, but spring has sprung and the garden is growing out of control.

The strimmer I bought is the story here. It cost 15 Euro-Dollars. What kind of strimmer would you get for £10 I wondered. Turns out a really shit one. But hey, it’s doing the job and the grass, dandelion clumps and various trees are looking a lot tidier.

Pants, condom wrappers, tennis balls and a disintergrated mass of old hammock were also found. And thrown into next door’s garden which is rented by a bank, so no one uses it. The don’t mind medoin’ a bit of gardening I found out last summer. Or having the odd party. C’est for a certain salop raciste upstairs but I haven’t seen her in a while. Perhaps she died.

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