@Brydo Have to watch one’s hanging baskets very carefully. Having to drench mine once a day (morning before the sun gets ’em) or they’ll flop something terrible. Worst ones seem to be the fuchsias. Greedy little sods, worse than tomatoes.
@fwippers Damn right about the lemmings on the coast. We live about a quarter mile from the beach and the shoreline is packed with the thoughtless, rude, burnt-pink buggers. Mrs T, out for a walk along shore this a.m., was pushed out of the way by a cyclist trying to get his bleeding bike through a swing-gate stile – designed to stop cycles being taken on beach. Now, Mrs T is five-foot-nothing, six-stone and well north of 70 and this bloke was he was a six-foot plus thug-dad with three bloated kids, also with bikes, Thus, she decided not to belt him one but just suggested forcefully where he could put his bike so no-one would see it.
Down-the-coasters are bad enough. But aggressive, nasty cyclist down-the-coasters are just too much. When, and if, I get my T-ROC I may be forced to put “bike bars” on he front.