Eggshells and Miracle-Gro

The sun shone this weekend, I got sunburnt and realised it was time to dig out the fake tan to disguise the strap marks and the fish-white legs.

On Friday the 13th, my abortive IVF cycle had stuttered to a final halt as my period arrived. I viewed this event as dispassionately as the rabbits munching their way through the frilly greenness of my herbaceous borders. Who cares?

I have realised all I really want to do is lie in the hammock and watch Mr P work in the garden. He has pressure-washed the terrace and the greenhouse this weekend and I just watched him, silent as the grave.

It is almost time for my holidays and I am really in need of them. My mojo seems to have deserted me. All I want is more sunshine on my face and a different view in the morning.