Well, I had the glorious task of attacking my garden over the weekend. 

Why is it that when I attempt to battle with nature, I ALWAYS lose.

My arms are scratched to buggery, and my muscles have all gone on strike.  I am having to type this with my nose, which thankfully, doesnt suffer from hay fever or react to any other form of natures vast arsenal.

Still.  My patio is now weed free, and my grass is now down to the level that only small mammals* can hide in it.

A job well done, if I say so myself.  Now can I put off doing any more until next year please.

*about the size of a small saber tooth tiger as opposed to a whooly mammoth .... er ... drat, I think I am showing my age there, arent I :-)