On a grey and wet and blustery morning in February, I do wonder why on earth I decided to be a gardener. And why on earth I decided to be a gardener who works Saturdays.
Today is a day for doing nothing other than going back to bed with a family size bag of revels (no sharing), a mug of coffee and a stack of Beano annuals.
But given that that isn’t going to happen, I’d best go and make a flask of Earl Grey and some sandwiches. And be ENTHUSIASTIC.