Jack Sprat household but it seems to work.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat
His wife could eat no lean
And so betwixt the two of them
They licked the platter clean

So Steve's back and the jet lag was an almost non-event this time round and as the weather has finally decided it is time to give us mere mortals a bit of respite, our minds have turned to the garden.

When we did the courtyard a few years back, we decided on a design that demanded extensive use of railway sleepers for division and steps and textural diversity. They looked wonderful for about a minute and then all of a sudden they started to twist and turn and leap out of the ground, like a bucket full of over sized maggots.

Steve in his pursuit of excellence and perfection was very less than happy. He began a one man assault on Bunnings from whence the defective items sprang. They took it all very seriously because he used words like fraud and not fit for purpose and misleading and even included various sections of 'How to' tellie shows which showed landscapers using these bloody sleepers just as we had done. Clearly there was no mention of the twisty twisties.

So Steve didn't win and Bunnings is selling this shit still. He wants rid of 'em all and that is quite a lot!! So he is working out how to replace 'em and with what and I am dreaming of some passion fruit covered arbour as a welcome hall to our door. There is of course a bit of an overlap in that both require an engineer's bent but mine is aesthetic and his is structurally necessary.

This is a classic right brain V left brain dilemma.

I wonder what 2 lefties or 2 righties ever talk about.