Deliveries

My tiresome weeding of the bigger garden bed is nearing the end, so we ordered another few cubic metres of mulch to cover it with. There's no way I can get the grass out, so it is dig / smother / poison ... repeated for the next twenty years. Which is fine. 

Delivery guy brought his tipper truck to drop off the mulch, and also some road base that we are using to fill up the worst holes in the 'driveway'. There are rocks and tree roots and other things that wear away - and which wouldn't be a problem if we had a proper vehicle, but we have weak little city cars that are bottoming out in the chasms. So ugly road base it is, and at some point we will get a professional in to grade the driveway properly and put something down. Delivery guy dropped it in a couple of spots, which was very kind of him. My husband was very taken with the tipper truck, but I don't think we need one.

All expenditure is theoretical, because we still can't sell the Canberra house. We are going to have to drop the price I think, which is depressing, even though it's imaginary money, until someone buys it. Then we can get a larger car, a decent driveway and NOT a tipper truck.

It's that time of year when the mushrooms sprout - we are fairly sure these are edible but we are still not eating them ... we let cupboard guy know about them because his partner is an experienced forager but we are watching beef wellington lady on the news every night and aren't brave enough to eat them. Beef wellington lady is something of an Australian obsession at the moment, it's got a lot of twists and turns. 

We also have the classic toadstools arranged in little fairy circles ... definitely not eating those.