I was out in the garden at 6.30 am, on a mission to clear the borders at the front of the house.

Apart from nettles, my worst enemy is the dreaded sycamore seed. It floats down and grows EVERYWHERE.

I knew that behind the tons of sycamore saplings was MY FAVOURITE ROSE EVER! A David Austin “William Shakespeare.”

So. I’m pulling out the intruders and one came up a little too easily. Yoink.

I fell backwards, flat on my arse, a top the flinty gravel.

Ouch. Methinks that me bum hurts now.

Bloody Shakespeare :o)