Bank Holiday. Said I'd avoid DIY stores and garden centres. In fact, avoid anywhere crowds might be.
Somehow ended up browsing bush in a packed garden centre. Bought bush*, realised bush was too big for the car, ended up with a car jam-packed full of bush. My green-fingered better other half tried to educate me in the ways of shrubbery but, spotting my glazed over look, bought me carrot cake and strong coffee instead.
*Can't believe how much these places charge for bush. Or rocks. They were selling rocks for seven quid each. There're rocks everywhere, for free FFS.