Can I borrow your t-shirt?

If a butterfly wants to borrow my t-shirt, that's fine by me. In fact I'm positively honoured. I've been so pleased to see so many butterflies in our garden this year, and today was a-buzz and a-flutter with loads of different butterflies and bees - I wasn't expecting such a gorgeous day.

One group of butterflies I am beginning to lose a little patience with though are the white ones. The little buggers are bonking right in front of us when we're having lunch and then plopping their eggs on just about every green thing they can find for their caterpillars to eat - mostly things we were thinking of eating ourselves. I now have a fine collection of net curtain-style broccoli and skeleton salad leaves.

I've spent the afternoon outside pottering around in the garden but I'm not entirely sure where the morning went. I'm still not feeling great about myself but Richard came home just after 3pm and took Tess surfing. I think I can cope with my dithering in term time but I can't cope with not being a perfect parent - and the main parent - in holiday time. It's compounded by the age gap and Tess not having much interaction with her older siblings. I suppose it's a bit like being an only child for her.

Enough misery. I did enjoy bumbling around the garden in the early evening sun, dead-heading the sweetpeas, picking beans and making lists. I rarely sit down all day so I must be doing something but I'm just not sure what.

Maybe I should write this earlier when I'm not slithering into vagueness. I don't think I write well in the evening.