My mother couldn't be doing with all the Mother's Day faff. I did phone her, or maybe make that a weekend to visit as I lived afar mostly. I don't have childer myself, and Mum has been dead nearly 16 years so all the hype can get a bit much sometimes.
But, more to the point of the dibber, I managed half an hour digging the allotment on Monday and Tuesday after assembling the raised bed on Sunday. My garlic and onions that I planted before Yule seem to be growing. It's been raining again for a couple of days, but I shall try to get out there tomorrow.
I don't have a television any more, but Monty Don gets right on my thrupnees I'm afraid. Especially after witnessing him doing his piece to camera at Hampton Court one year (I worked for a nursery that had a show garden) when he was behaving like a complete diva and really peeing off the poor camera operators.
