Waste of a day

12.10pm and the plumber still hasn’t shown up. Tis the plight of Londoners that you can never get workmen to come, and if they do you are a hostage until they show. I am stalking about the house gnashing my teeth and desperate to get up to the allotment. I potted on a dwarf French bean which was bursting its jiffy container. But will leave the rest of the outdoor garden chores until it’s warmer. Besides, I can’t hear the doorbell ringing up there.

4.10pm and he finally shows up. Ugh. What a waste of a day. Mind you I did order lots of flower seeds online to pass the day. Sarah Raven’s website is getting a lot of my business this year. And the one joy I have realised about having my very own garden – I can grow what ever colour I like. And I only like crimson flowers. So I have ordered heaps. Plus a few lime green and white ones just for a bit of variety. I shall plot the design while he bashes downstairs with our boiler making a mess and a huge dent in the housekeeping fund.