or manure if you prefer.
Having got umpteen little jobs out of the way on Monday, and finally got all my accounts sorted, filed, acknowledged and signed off to keep the tax man happy for another year I can put all the pretty colour coordinated folders away, take off my office work head and get back to being a scatterbrained hippy in the garden.
So - new strawberry plot to be dug, old plot to be dug over and big piles of stinking poo to move around.
And even better - Ferguson caught his first BIG mouse.
Much more fun than calculating balance sheets.