After spending the better part of Labour Weekend last year trying to rat proof the compost bin, barring the old holes with wire and stopping their burrowing by doing some actual carpentry, the fuckers have just gone and chewed right through the side instead.
And now they’re partying up large, eating all the goodness and making the rest smell like a bucket of pigshit rather than nice, rich, compost.
I should give up now, and concrete the whole fucking garden. That would be the total solution, assuming we could afford the helicopter required to get it in here.
I suppose at the very least they’re up for some very interesting non-Health Department approved food supplements quite shortly.