Tidying the house as it’s raining, I’ve uncovered lots of my kids stuff squirrelled away in places it shouldn’t be. Including the many bits of laundry we need on a daily basis: for someone who never had pyjamas in any time we’ve been together (+24 years) he’s wearing a clean pair everyday… infection control…

But I’ve discovered a laziness in myself I hate to admit: a real reluctance to persevere with the things I love about my garden because I’ve left so much needing done, it’s been no mow May and I suspect lots of June… the grass is taller than the dog and she is able to reach kitchen counters remember! June is two days in.

June has lots going on. I’m going to an autism conference and it’s my birthday month. Hubby reckons he will start working from home soon which I was surprised by. I thought he’d take the full three months… but he said he’s going to try driving soon which I should be happy about as it takes the pressure off me a bit. Though I stopped him from picking up the car when I was ill on one of our walks to the Food Festival and was looked after in the Red Cross tent.

Symptoms were combination of my menopause, heat exhaustion and MS all mixed up but I was embarrassed to need the medics but they were delighted to be of help, and were incredibly thorough about checking me out before letting me go. I also have to thank smallest and hubby for helping me get home.

But getting outside made me realise the garden is a virtual prairie with overgrown grasses, huge bulbous peonies, deep velvety irises and vibrant orange Californian poppies fighting for exposure. Poking their way through are ever present brambles and sticky willow. It’s a life’s work…