Garden Sitting

I love the summer. I love it when it’s hot. I love it when it’s sunny.

I hate sitting in my garden.

I offer no defence for my irrational loathing of this inherently pleasant pursuit. My best explanation for my hatred is: “what the fuck would I want to sit in my garden for?” That hardly suffices as a considered argument, does it?

This isn’t a new thing brought on by the grumpiness of my advancing years. I’ve always thought it sucks. Oh, I like being outside, enjoying the sunshine, but in a back garden? Thanks, but no thanks.

Anyway, my illogical antipathy has lead to this situation:

And this:

Now, rest assured, I’m not a maniac and even I have my limits. Those photos were taken yesterday and the jungle was tackled with barely concealed contempt.

My point is this: does anybody know where I can buy some cheap flag stones?