Garden to Pot

The morning was good, with a run and some serious progress with cutting back our abundant garden growth and rescuing a racing pigeon with a neighbour.

But then it all went to pot. A fraught afternoon and serious issues with our big old family car, Dads social worker, the Ward Sister, Dad himself and traffic jams.

But then an evening in - a rare rare thing so lots more done because I don’t get evenings in.