On Saturday morning, as I was ankle-deep shovelling out a rather large trailer full of fresh compost my neighbour came over for a chat.

Naturally this provided me with an ideal opportunity to down tools and do the neighbourly thing . . . not so much over the fence but more over a wheelbarrow full of foul smelling, er, "stuff".

And so I did.

As anyone who has ever shovelled sh . . , I mean compost, will tell you it is quite steamy, especially when freshly brewed and very quickly my neighbour started to literally disappear in front of