Cold it has been! The woodburner is more pleasant than my ventures outside. I managed probably twenty minutes scouring a few areas for dog mess before being told by the shed monster that I’d stood on it… I had put on some cold weather gear and ventured outside. It was lovely light on the frosted shapes and black-brown fallen leaves ( which I keep reading to leave for the bugs) covering the garden. But I was distracted from the main purpose of the morning…

I had been tiptoeing round the piles of leaves, the overgrown clumps of grass and trying to find the pots under the cold grass, I am not sure what Dunn it, but something made a thin curving cut in my middle finger on my left hand.

We are getting on so well in the confines of the shed, kitchen and hallways that my husband was called to administer the covering to stop the blood, and he was able to sticking plaster the sudden cut spouting blood all over my hand. My hands were frozen so I had failed to notice whichever thing had done it, but Elastoplast to the rescue. It’s throbbing now…

In fact I sit here in my old yellow (gardening) jacket to emphasise this was not in the plan! I had received yet another rejection email and after mastering yet another company-specific online recruitment process, I don’t feel like brushing it off and applying for more. Hands thawed out, tell me to get outside!