This pile of magazines was nagging at me and it was not making me happy. There is no point in having these magazines if they just become dust-catchers and spider resorts. I had a week away coming up so I shoved all the magazines into a bag and stuffed them in the car to come with me.
Now these kind of thoughts can lead to different states of mind. I could fall into a 'what's the point I can never achieve this perfection, I shall just give up'; or, as is more my general state of mind, I get a bit excited thinking about how I can improve my garden.
At this point I can hear garden magazine editors slapping their foreheads in despair and shouting at the screen 'you dozy mare, that is the point of my magazine!' Indeed it is and thank you, you have. I think in particular I've had a bit of a breakthrough with revamping my front garden.
The conclusion from all this is that I should not let the backglog get so big again and, very importantly, I need to be more realistic in the time I have available to actually read garden magazines.