Laying the turf
This isn't some weird euphemism for a change. I was actually laying some turf. The Colonel dropped some of last night so I had the honour of doing the business. Unfortunately half of it was dead and smelt like cats piss and the other half was unusable. Adding it under the tree, as instructed by Camille, was like trying to reattach dead skin to the finger you just chopped it off of. Not coined it's going to work but if the Colonel commands, the space cadets must comply.