I’m not sure which is worse:

The bakfiets is currently full of one salvaged bicycle frame plus wheels, two buckets full of nettles destined to become Nettle tea for the Very Smallholding, and assorted tools.

This sort of thing happens so much that neighbours in our suburban street don’t raise an eyebrow when they see it any more*

I completely forgot all about it last night, Then, when I saw it this morning my first thought was that it would make an interesting blog entry.

*I’ll bore you with the story how we ended up here some day, for now I’ll just say that being ‘below average height’ is handy when flat hunting in Germany…