Well more gardening had been done,
Bushes stripped,
Battle with the pyracantha won, just.
So off to the tip I went
To dump all the twigs and leaves.
I knew I would need to queue
In these strange times,
When the tip seems to be home,
Home for so many.
Not to worry I had my music,
My music in the car,
I could listen with joy.
Joined the long queue,
Started waiting,
Eventually got to the tip.
And how long did it take me?
It took me the whole of Act One,
Act One of Tosca.