With the economic downturn, I've had to let go all my domestic help and fend for myself in the garden and the kitchen. It's been quite the challenge these past 10 years causing me to agree that drinking in the morning has been much maligned. Last season's garden had a particularly ugly ending although I can't see it under the foot of icy sludge that surrounds my castle. Somewhere out there are my pruners — rusted, no doubt, into a permanent gape created by a fig tree which required a more substantial implement to tame it.
Priceless! You win! Thanks for playing!