An early walk followed by a Gin girls outing to the supermarket and lots of domesticity.  I then did Mam's garden. I wanted to do mine too, but by the time I had a fight with her lawnmower and the keys to her shed, I couldn't be bothered with mine.

It happens every time. There must be a solution.

When I say I couldn't be bothered with mine, I  could still be bothered to stalk poppies. It's a concern. ;-)