Rob and I are currently watching Seeds of Doom on dvd. Perhaps this is what inspired me to take a pick axe to the dense tangle of foliage that I always have to wrestle with whenever I hang out the washing in our backyard. Midday yesterday in the baking heat, I kind of snapped and resolved that bedsheets and towels need room to dangle free. An hour later I glimpsed the back fence for the first time in ten years and a krinoid-sized mountain of hacked off stalks, leaves and roots obscured the compost heap. Rob then leapt the fence and axe murdered the privet as it was reaching its thorny branches up from the creek bed. The above image is an accurate depiction of the event as I recall it.