The good news of the day is that we’ve secured the services of a gardener and his first day was today. I couldn’t believe how much he did in a few hours and feel altogether better about the wilderness that we laughingly call ‘garden.’
The less good news is that my first meeting of the day (of three) started at 8.30 this morning and the last finished just before 8 o’clock tonight. That doesn’t suggest I was at school all day, I was home for a long time, but all the same…
My french beans are nicely grown and ready to be planted out, yet I don’t quite dare yet. We have had frosts in the past week and I don’t want to lose them. Yet the nighttime temperatures aren’t supposed to dip below 7 or 8 in the next few days and by then it’ll be the middle of the month, and surely we’ll be safe then? I go through this every year and you’d think I’d have the sense to just sow the seeds a week later – but I think I did it at the time because of visits to Wink, it was convenient.
Talking os Wink, it’s this Saturday we’re meeting in London, at Tate Modern. That’ll be jolly.