Monday and its time to get going on the projects, but first there is a call to the doctors to make. I need to book my 28 day injection. After some appalling hold music and some messages about vomiting blood I get through and as always they are very helpful and find me a slot at the same time as my hospital bloods are due. With that out of the way its meds time and breakfast. I’ve never quite mastered the art of soft boiled eggs even when I time them. So I end up with delicious buttery toast and very very soft eggs. With that done its “build a mini greenhouse” time.

Due to the mini nature of it, the obvious thing to do was to build it in the kitchen and then get my eldest daughter to carry it outside. So I get started and all goes well till I realise that two piece that look identical are not. A slight rebuild is required.

After some jiggling about with the doors I finally get the project finished and its time to get my eldest daughter to be the human forklift and take it into the garden for me. With the mini greenhouse sitting on the tile base on the shale bed it’s time to transfer the autumn plantings to it so that they can continue to grow and to free one of the raised bed propagators for the January seed sewing’s. So it seems that all is going to plan and the strategy for filing the garden pots and beds is on course.

With all the tools packed away its time for another Red Bull and to start to draft the blog until my partner returns from the opticians. My next task is to prepare for the tax man, which will mean down loading statements and putting together an accounts book just to keep track of what I intend to claim for. The evening flies by till drugs time and then I head for bed and hopefully some rest.