ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! Thought I’d seen the last of these bastard things (Australian mealybug).
But it appears some survived my total war back in June, presumably by hiding through the summer in the soil.
As a holding pattern, they’ve got a heavy dose of Chateau Isopropyl 2023 while I go and procure more pesticide.
I swear, they’re harder to get rid of than a fucking TERF infestation.
And if not dealt with, they will cause total ecosystem collapse amongst my plants. They kill everything.
I hate them so much.
Hopefully I’ve shared this right. Anyway, I did this at the weekend. It broke me. 34 kilometres. 30° C, 800 metres of ascent.
So I have stupidly decided to do it again next year.
While I can still barely stand up because of the DOMS.
I must be loopy.
This is a 50p that was minted to celebrate the UK joining what became the EU. It was minted in my birth year, and my mum gave it to me shortly before she died of cancer in 2021. It is one of my most treasured possessions.
It has 12 hands linked in a circle to symbolise the then 12 countries of the European Community. One of them is smaller, representing the hand of Queen Elizabeth II.