I’m a bit hurty, right now from my Heath Robinson inspired, new free compost bin.

Something Heath Robinson, meaning a device that was simultaneously absurdly ingenious and impracticable (!)

Ingredients :

A man with a van and access to three free wooden pallets.

A bloody minded woman.

A hedge.

Some string.

Two bricks.

Lots of unladylike cussing.

Cardboard boxes.

Lots of vegetables that’ve gone off. Plus new vegetable peelings, lots of garden crap.

And a Do or Die attitude.

Simples ;o)