that's not bad
Something like this might suit....
I have no recollection of posting this thread. It's the tourette's giving me jip again. Usually brought on by on spending too much time in the company of middle-class people. Sorry, Busbybabe. Those are lovely right enough. In reality, you couldn't swing a mouse in our garden but that doesn't stop my fella striving to build his own botanical nirvana. One hand on his hip, another raising a mug to gob as he gazes in awe through the dust-laden blinds at the matchbox he thinks of as his jungle. I ignore the dust-laden blinds too.
I declare this thread freely available for all gardening matters (pops cork on bottle of babybio)...