I have found two beautiful hardback copies of The Wombat Who Talked to the Stars.
The problem is: their pages are all stuck together. They must have been wet – or they may be rebels from the binders which found their way into the boxes of proper books.
They are going out to do weed duty at a time when the Cobblers Pegs are loving the heat with a little rain to help them grow.
That’s about 60 centimetres by 40 centimetres worth of unweedy ground ready for replanting!
Wombat hardcovers do duty as weed killers
