The compost bin is rubbish. I have been composting now for two whole days. Throughout that period I have been regularly checking to see if my household waste has been breaking down to form nitrogen rich compost.
No such luck.
Apparently gardening is a hobby that requires patience. This is not a commodity in great supply in the mind of this 21 st century boy. If I want a new tune I can download it. If I want a film I can order it on Sky. If I want some food, a can have a feast from any one of a dozen exotic lands delivered directly to my door in a trice.
But not compost. I researched it. Not by going to the library, but on-line (I want my answers immediately!). It takes a year! A year! That is nearly a lifetime in old money. In a year I fully expect that we will have mobile phone chips installed under the skin of our index fingers, and Wilkinson will have introduced the 27 bladed razor.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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