All that remains.

I fully intended to do housework today. I really did. However I procrastinated as usual.  Faffed around dithering over photos for my annual calendar until going out into the garden to plant bulbs seemed more bearable.  Half the daffodils got planted and a lot of weeds cleared as a result.  I meant to stop there as my knee was complaining so went indoors to phone a blind firm.  Yes, at last I have made a move on window blinds. An appointment a week from today.  Went to check the tyre pressure which is fine.  Why then is the car still telling me it is low. After some fiddling around I discovered what to do to get rid of the message.  Machines are so clever nowadays they are sometimes more trouble than they are worth.  
 The Hermes delivery man came with a parcel from Emma who was at work so I took it in.  Went back to the garden to see if I could find somewhere suitable  for some allium christophii bulbs and spent ages clearing out three containers with my knee getting grumpier by the minute.  Then the Red Cross arrived wanting a monthly donation which I had to refuse as I already have one for another charity.  So no housework yet again. 
 I went to process some nice photos I'd taken first thing of fading leaves on my smoke bush catching the sun.  Shock !  Horror !  Somehow or other I'd deleted them. And the light was going.  In the end it was a choice between the last rose in the garden and the remains of the agapanthus.  The rose may be better but the remains won.