Bah, I meant to have a bonfire today but didnt and it rained a little. To burn or not to burn that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of damp kindling or to take arms against a sea of garden waste and by opposing end it, or at least make space for the autumnal decimation to come? To die: to sleep, there's the rub, shuffle off this mortal coil, undiscover'd country and so on and such like.