Toby Atkin-Wright

Kate and Beth helped me to add bags of compost and topsoil to the vegetable bed today; it is no longer looking sadly depleted, and we’ll be ready to plant some seeds later in the week. I think we’ll start with carrots, lettuce, and spring onions.

Polly and Will will disappear off down the country tomorrow morning, and Beth and Kate will head down to Nottingham on Friday prior to their Spanish jaunt. With a houseful this weekend, it will be a contrast with the quiet weekend ahead.

And joy! This year’s series of “Dancing on Ice” is nearly over.

Kate and Beth helped me to add bags of compost and topsoil to the vegetable bed today; it is no longer looking sadly depleted, and we’ll be ready to plant some seeds later in the week. I think we’ll start with carrots, lettuce, and spring onions.

Polly and Will will disappear off down the country tomorrow morning, and Beth and Kate will head down to Nottingham on Friday prior to their Spanish jaunt. With a houseful this weekend, it will be a contrast with the quiet weekend ahead.

And joy! This year’s series of “Dancing on Ice” is nearly over.

As I tidied up after breakfast this morning, I looked out of the kitchen window and watched a ginger cat saunter around our garden, walk into my raised vegetable bed, dig itself a hole, and do a poo among my nascent carrots.

This has not improved my opinion of cats or their owners.

I shouted at it. It ignored me. Kate shouted at it. It went away.

Kate is scarier than me.

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As I tidied up after breakfast this morning, I looked out of the kitchen window and watched a ginger cat saunter around our garden, walk into my raised vegetable bed, dig itself a hole, and do a poo among my nascent carrots.

This has not improved my opinion of cats or their owners.

I shouted at it. It ignored me. Kate shouted at it. It went away.

Kate is scarier than me.