I return to writing my stalking novel.
I mend a cat toy.
I remove lots of weeds, causing the remaining roots to have more space and light to grow.
I buy more tools with which to take down the garden. But I don't buy a scythe.
I cut more of the garden down.
A man comes and fixes some electric water-heating elements.
I attack the garden with secateurs.
I seal various things.
I declare I won't run the Littleport 10k, then I run the Littleport 10k.
The most beautiful words in the history of the universe are uttered.