I wish I had...

Our neighbour has a greenhouse where she sits and drinks cups of tea and reads. She may occasionally have a wee glass of wine and listen to the radio. We sometimes get to water it and enjoy all her weird and wonderful plants she grows in there. Not to mention stealing a few delicious little tomatoes.

This year she is growing aubergines. She insisted we take one of the plants to see how it would do in our sun porch. It's doing fine even though today there is no sun on our porch but I'll be surprised if we get any fruit. I like the tiny hairs it's covered in. But it is a bit of a triffid and amongst the soft hairs are very nasty spikes.

And before you start slagging me of for having a sun porch, that's what it was called when we bought the house. It conjures up lovely images of watching the sunset from our rocking chairs whilst Bach plays softly in the background.

Reality?

Wellies, mud, a certain well known blip duckling, hen feed, a drawing board, cycle helmets, a collection of cacti, a compressor (I dont know why!), bags of straw, a small boy left behind after a birthday party, spiders, waterproof jackets, an archery bow, dead flies, assortment of shoes and boots, badminton net, torches, a lot of empty plastic bottles which will come in handy and a can of WD40.

I would like a greenhouse too, then I can escape and grow plants in it. A stonking big polytunnel would be perfect!