Staring out of my sun-streaked study window as the sweat runs freely and utterly unbated down my face, I see that summer has officially arrived. This means two things: 1) It is now acceptable to drink booze in your back garden all the livelong day, and 2) In order to achieve No.1 free from garden guilt, you’re going to need to keep said garden in good nick.
Of course, this implies the perpetual pain of gardening and all that goes with such a Sisyphean ordeal, like mowing the lawn, pruning back your bushes, whacking weeds, pressure washing the patio and I know, I know, it all sounds far too exhausting to even contemplate, especially in the heat.
