Rose hips

Full of cold today, went in to the garden to clear a few things, including some unkempt rambling roses. I collected some hips, stuck them in a trug and blipped them.

Meanwhile Pippa, our nine-month-old Jack Russell followed me around like a shadow - not a good simile since there was no sun today. It was utterly miserable the whole time, like me - I'm in to my annual turn of the year funk, always happens . I tried to do a bit of digging, raking and hoeing but Pippa has declared war on all garden tools and attacks them as I work.

I think this could be a day for making "to do" lists.