I’m feeling a little glum, I can’t lie. I’m soaking wet pulling ivy off the fence. It keeps growing back and looking up the side of the shed there is definitely more to annihilate if I feel so inclined. But I’ve filled the rubbish brown bin to capacity and I was just taking the last trug round when I spotted something which made me feel quite sick…

A dead bit of vermin had been deposited on the slabs outside the bedroom. Not sure if it was an offering from R but it was a few days old and I didn’t see it yesterday when I was sitting in the shade/sun. It has been removed by hubby (benefit of home working?!?) and put into the purple waste bin.

Snails are trying to escape the brown one but it goes out today…

But my glum frame of mind has still not shifted. Mares tail is back despite the strong weed killer being applied…

I ran out of funds last week and my job situation is still unclear. I’m applying for things as much as I can but rejections have been trickling in slowly, one by one. It’s a rotten time to be looking and I don’t know what my USP is any more. I’ve tried to get back into something creative and ideally I don’t want to be commuting or driving too far away from home. So pulling off lots of ivy, targeting those gremlins and strimming the grass, for all that it’s monotonous, looks like being my best hope for the future, but it doesn’t help the family budget!

The oldest daughter is back from Korea, but although she had this amazing opportunity, is still pushing for other things to be costed into the forthcoming season’s spending! Find me a winning lottery ticket please!