Monday, I’ve slept in, a poetry over dose late last night meant I went to bed late. A simple breakfast of muesli and I head for the shed, firstly to write a bit of my own poetry and secondly to sort out the garden pots. For the rest of the day I garden and take the occasional call from friends and colleagues. I manage to gather up my pots and tidy up areas at the top of the garden that’s been a wilderness for a while.
I discover my palm is reproducing 
My pots await planting
The oak tree gets a bigger pot 
Finally I sew a present of seeds
At midday I pop out to post my mornings letters. Then its back to the garden, a quick cup of soup and its back to filling, planting and deploying pots. I tidy up the mallow and replace one of the palms. By five o’clock I have pots planted up and dispersed around the garden, filled with summer bulbs. I tidy up and retreat to the shed with a coffee just as a friend rings for a chat. It is a good end to a busy physical day. I note I have done over 10,000 steps so I am going to count this as a rest day with activity. Just time to catch two frogs at the same time in the pond.
Time to wash up and eat tea before settling down to the third place tie in “Only Connect” and following that up with “Unforgotten” ( or remembered as I pedantically keep insisting on). Of course the most important event will be when Tesco rock up between 9 and 10 and deliver the household from starvation. We will as a household behave like nut starved squirrels and hide the food as quickly as possible and then settle back to our preoccupations. I look forward to the silent house and time to read again before finally tucking myself away to bed to rise tomorrow to my new to do list.
