My summer long job pointing
the garden wall stopped short of one end where the brickwork disappeared behind
some bushes, but with autumn here and the leaves falling there was no longer an
excuse not to finish the job; even after some chopping back I still had to
insinuate myself into the shrubbery and with hands fully engaged with trowel
and mortar had to use my back and shoulders to hold the honeysuckle at bay,
which retaliated by curling tentacles down my neck and thrusting fronds in my
ears.
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