Hmmm - maybe that's showing my age a bit, name checking Percy Thrower. Perhaps I should have made myself appear young and vibrant by using Alan Titchmarsh instead. Ah well, too late now.
For the golden, youthful, readers who have absolutely no idea who I'm waffling on about - this is the late great Percy Thrower; arguably the first television "superstar" gardener.
It seems to be about this time of year that we get a sudden a fit of enthusiasm for trying to sort out the weed infested ribbon of land that we think of as our garden.
But first we needed to dig a whacking great long trench in which to bury the armoured electricity cables that carry power to the Rathaus (that's the large, green shed at the back of the photo above).
Once that's been done, perhaps we'll be able to enjoy more bumper harvests like last year's pot grown garlic which finally got dug up and then hung up to dry last week. The bulbs might only be small, but they're very pungent. Mmmm.