That old black magic.....
...... has me in its spell. Oh yes fellow blogsters it is here! Enough black sheeting to cover the whole allotment. Excited or what. Those weeds have no idea whats coming! Evil Jooles tut tut tut. They have been the bane of my life and now they must die. No light, food or water shall be given to those nasties. I have to work out when its best to do the dastardly deed. Daylight? Nah they'll see me coming and delve their roots further into the unfertile soil. (There's also the chance I may be seen struggling with said sheeting and one would not like to make a fool of oneself now would one huh?). I think the best plan would be at dusk. I feel a plan coming together. I shall dress all in black (balaklava optional - is that the correct spelling - looks suspect to me) and creep up on them and ambush them. Oh Yes!!!!!! Their days are numbered.
Leaves the room with a swish of black cape and echoing laughter ................! Eat your heart out Christopher Lee!