- It left indelible streaks on the patio.
- It discoloured a chunk of my bench, which'll mean an afternoon spent sanding and revarnishing.
- It gummed up the head of my leaf rake.
- It got on the lawn, shot the pH up through the roof and killed a square metre.
Grass likes a pH of between 5 and 7.5. At 7.5 it gets sick, at 8.5 it dies. I'm treating the area with citrate over the Winter so that I can try and reseed in the Spring. Balls!
In other news: aphids!
Things aren't all bad though. I need some manure and Nathan (the mate with the horse) has offered to drive some round in the boot of his car. This comes as a relief, because trying to cart a barrowload of poo on and off the train might raise a few eyebrows at the very least. He drives up from Redhill to visit his partner in Boston Manor, so Strawberry Hill is about 50p's worth of petrol as a deviation from the normal route. Easy peasy.
Life ain't all bad.