The garden that is. I didn't actually do any: just took a photo of the implement and observed that the little chicken shit pellets scattered over it to provide some organic material had broken down with the rain and could now be integrated into the soil to perk it up a bit before the plants get transferred from greenhouse to beds. It's all a bit late but no later than usual and it does have the advantage that nothing should be ripe or ready until we come back from holiday. At least that's the hope.
'Tis a nice evening for meeting friends at the local hostelry for a few pints. A couple of hours work tomorrow and then it's the weekend. Hurrah!