We're terribly house-and-garden, at number 349

[desperance]

This afternoon, while m'wife has been at her writers' group, I have: vacuum'd the living-room, diagnosed the problem with the vacuum, figured out how to open it and extract its bag, emptied its bag, ordered new bags from t'internet, dug out less than half the fava/broad bean jungle, and harvested and fetched in four kilos of residual beans. Now I'm going back out to apply water hither and yon. After that, I am in hopes that m'wife may be home from the city; there may be a glass of wine in our immediate future. I may even feel that I've earned it, and you know how rare an occasion that is.