My first garden is subject to periodic attacks of vandalism by drunken arseholes of a weekend. Last Saturday was one of the most upsetting as it has been the most serious to date. The scum responsible destroyed a fuchsia bush in full bloom, snapped all the sunflowers I'd grown from seed, ripped out the lavender and emptied the contents of a bin across the path.
Having just got everything cleared up I decided to to a bit more tidying up this morning only to find several wheelie bins dumped on top of the plants and somewhat unexpectedly an entire dead fish complete with eyes dumped on the path.
I can't help but thinking there is a message in this latest surreal act of vandalism but what?