Or is it? I have to admit to general lethargy in all aspects of my life, but I pledge to do better. I am not feeling enthusiasm for anything other than over indulging in cakes or pre-made foods. A fry up I was kind of forced to make reluctantly tonight proves that my culinary skills are getting worse, not better, and fry-ups are not my strong point at all…

A weeks holiday has found me being a parental taxi rather than an enthusiastic gardener and the challengingly dramatic overgrowth of weeds everywhere is enforcing my reluctance. My mum is coming next week and I hope her presence will spur me to attack the problems.

I haven’t done nothing at all – I’ve attacked mares tail and other menaces before the garden refuse collection – but you wouldn’t know it. The front garden is teeming with golden rod and valerian amongst other things I don’t like and the little path I formed has almost disappeared. Weeding is the only thing I can keep doing. I’ve poured a strong weedkiller down the front wall of the house and taken the weed burner to some of it, but the weeds are mostly winning.

The gardener who trimmed the hedge did a great job but I need more jobs done! There are several young trees needing culled and grass needs cutting but the back was apparently started while I wasn’t paying attention, by hubby and youngest, and to my delight. I can cut the front tomorrow! (I didn’t!)