A few years ago some cheap housing was built on a market garden near by, in the Summer the smell of weed floats up to us and my neighbour and I make loud comments suggesting what they do with it!
As a youngster my widowed mum offered two bits of advise I always remembered, one was "get yourself an apprenticeship and you will never be out of work", two weeks since 1969 and that was my choice, so good advice

The other was "drugs are for losers" and I have seen nothing to change that guidance

On a different note, today being Friday the 13th was probably not the best time to prune my Magnolia at the top of a wobbly ladder with an electric hedge trimmer, feeling it start to go I dropped the hedge trimmer and fell sideways off the ladder roughly 8 foot so not at the top, I remember thinking this is going to hurt, laying on the floor I was soaking wet head to toe, didn't recall pi**ing myself , but at 71 who knows

Looked around and saw the plastic watering can that had exploded on my impact, but thankfully took most of the fall, checked the hedge trimmer and still working , but I still sat down for ten minutes before continuing up the ladder again, so there is no helping some people.
Tonight went to the fridge and a 4 pint bottle of milk has leaked everywhere, I wasn't after the milk just the bottle of Valpolicelle next to it. Yes I know red is meant to be room temp. but I drink it how I like it, at least it is Italian