buffy said:

I’m going outside to pull out yet more weeds. I’ve eaten an eclair and drunk an iced mocha for morning tea, so I won’t need lunch for a while yet. And somewhere under the quince tree amongst the weeds are some strawberry plants awaiting liberation from their shackles.

And so, with the not very useful assistance of The Pug (hello buffy! I’m Junglepugging through these weeds, but I got lost and now I don’t know how to get out of here…) and under the supervision of Bruna (I’ll just sit here and supervise, go ahead with your work Slave…) I have liberated the strawberry plants. And I found The Pug also has fleas. He’s had scurf for a few weeks during his Summer moult, but I found some fleas. So the dog bedding is all in the wash (I only did it a week ago, so the fleas must have just hatched. There were no Floating Fleas in the tub when I washed The Pug last week) and Mr buffy and Bruna are walking up to the farm supplies place for some flea drench. Some of these things were on the To Do list. Some of them were not.