I got inspired for this shot by Enny and Johnny yesterday, whose comments made me chuckle. Thanks guys, as ever, much appreciated.

So, today then…..

Well, far from the Met Office’s promised dry day, it’s been pissing down here pretty much all day. I am off work (the day job) for the day and was hoping to finish my beds in my veggie plot. Not a chance! The likelihood of coaxing DM out there in this lot – well, I’d have stood more chance of being asked to marry David Cassidy frankly!

After a dodgy start and an encounter with someone whose pot is clearly always ‘half empty’ who took great delight in telling me we’ve done everything we’ve done here ‘wrong’ so it’s no wonder we’re encountering problems now…….gggrrrrrr – don’t you just hate that!

I mooched around for a bit feeling glum because I have no way of appraising whether he’s right or not and whether we’ve just thrown a whole load of loot down the pan as it were. Then I thought to myself ‘come on Linda, this isn’t like you, you’re a pot-half-full girl…..don’t let the bastards grind you down, vivify yourself, go and do something that you KNOW is right and good and will not crash down around your ears’ so I did.

Do you know what? I went out there in the pissing rain and took the turf off what will be bed 5, threw it in the wheelbarrow, then out into the field where it now looks like a load of anthills. It’s now ready for rotovating. I raked, and de-stoned bed 4, which was finished late yesterday. Now all that needs is its warm coat (weed-control matting) and it’s all ready to go. I sorted out the paths between beds 2,3 and 4, scooped poop and fed wabbits and wild birds.

I AM the best friend of the wild bird community round here – they get fabulously well-fed by yours truly and we have been rewarded by getting a rare visitor to the UK on our bird-table this weekend – a couple of Serins…and for any fellow(!) twitchers out there, yes, I’m pretty sure they’re Serins and no, I’m as sure as I can be they’re not mutant Greenfinches or Siskins (both of which we also have here). Now you see, I’ve gone and ruined the street-cred I got from my dirty girl in mud-wrestling debacle by admitting to being a secret twitcher…….oh no, you’ve found out my dirty little secret.

Now, there is only one bed needing to be de-turfed and five are done. Come to think of it as am I – completely done, to a frazzle, pooped. I intend to do nothing more today than to put my feet up on the sofa and rest…….

Mouldy stuff was my subject last year.