Saturday morning and all’s not well.
Baby-sis in bed next door (guest bedroom). I’m doing the mental pep talk thing…
“come now, you promised yourself you’d be productive today. get your lazy ass out of bed and start…gardening.”
Ja. This day is going to be a total abortion. Lovely stuff…
A note to the weary and the wise: the fingers aren’t green, as much as they’re technicolour. Sad, but true. I will attempt to massacre the lawn, some saplings, herbs (not that kind) and a garden bench – still unassembled.
I’m such a damn overachiever.
But first….A pot of java, a pain au choc croissant and a morning chat with the FPU.