Huge spanners

Holiday over and back to the grind. Isn't it always the same? The lettuce has become extremely bountiful in my absence, as have the radishes. The rocket (rucola) has wilted and the carrots are poor, but the sunflowers are going ballistic. Things are pretty much as I left them apart from the odd difference here or there, so slipping back into the routine is piss-easy.

I may catch a short film or two tonight with Brother Bowen, and perhaps share information and news over a pint of fine ale. I'm tired but not quite tired enough to cry off (should I wish to, which I don't).

I've got fuck all to say really.