Sphinx

Somehow Edie Puss has managed to get into the old shed, door sealed by briars, and installed herself on some old sheep's wool insulation. The attitude is clearly 'Do you have a problem with that?'

A bright, warm day. At work Halloween has been succumbed to, resistance is futile. The black paint is out and witchery abounds. At home, a large bed has just been cleared and another lot of onions planted. There are three more beds to go - all of which are totally submerged in exuberant growth, none of which is welcome. That's my weekend sorted.