Update on the carpet-as-weedkiller saga.
After a disappointing verge-chuck-out week down here in wildest Minjup, I found a pile (!) of the stuff on a verge up in the big smoke.
Bit later, I had to get a new phone battery.
The battery shop was next to a place that sells carpets.
The owner of the latter was out in the carpark and asked me what I did with the stuff.
So I told him and he said he couldn't get rid of the old carpets he had to rip up.
Led me round the back to an eco-gardener's paradise.
The ute was full to bulging on the way home -- couldn't see a thing out of the back and very little in the wing mirrors.
Will duly return my Bo.D degree -- Doctor of the Bleeding Obvious.
Still, all is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
(I wish.)
