gardening or fibbing

I love pictures like this because as a diary entry they're sort of a fib- remembering only the sneaky joy in the middle of a hellish day, full of tax forms and insurance and paperwork and admin phonecalls. And that numb feeling that overcomes your brain and spreads to your limbs when you're properly sleep deprived. We're in a fortnight of ill and teethy that is definitely going to pass any day now.

Anyway here we are, 10 sneaky minutes in the garden. Nell the gnome totally immobilised by the joy of stacking blocks whilst I cleared the flower bed and dug the hole for The Tree. (A new pear tree to go in next to the wall on Wednesday after we sign for the deeds of the mill, quite a nerve-wracking few days).