The Pipwick Papers

This weekend's reading was done on Bank Holiday Monday as the rain bounced off the roof. It was rather lovely and cosy, although every few hours I ventured out into the wet world with my gastropod bowl and glove to yank the visiting slugs and snails off the irises before they can truly lay waste to the beautiful blooms. The current crop are a lost cause but I'm trying to protect the buds and pretty much every method of slug or snail repelling is either toxic to other organisms or flat out doesn't work - snails merrily sailing across copper tape, enjoying a beer and then snacking on my dang irises. THOSE ARE MY SNACK FLOWERS*. GET OFF MY GARDEN YOU MOOCHERS.