It always get worse before it gets better

The promise of a dry day and on the back of 10hrs solid sleep I tackled the potting shed. B was there to share the load. By the time it was emptied I thought that it would never all go back in again.

I did wonder if anyone did a ‘potting shed cleaning service’. It is an easy job when you are young and fit, but cleaning the glass up a ladder when ‘elderly’ is a trifle risky. 

It’s all back now and rearranged to be more workable. 

I managed to work all day !!! No napping!!! Just a couple of coffee breaks. I’m certainly feeling a positive effect of being off the ‘dreaded’ tablet.