Please, can people remind me that I am not Superwoman. I'm just an ordinary, forty-mumble woman who works long hours, hates housework, loves cooking, gets far too little sleep, knits whenever she can and gardens far to infrequently to call herself a gardener...
Seriously, I'm having problems remembering that I have limitations. You'd think, given this is me I'm talking about, that I'd know that I have limited time, limited energy and numerous calls on my time. But no. It seems I have a severe blind spot. Today, I took myself to the garden centre to buy veg plants* to grow in our two metre-square raised beds. Within 10 minutes had to talk myself out of several purchases, because a) I have no where to put them, and b) in order to make somewhere to put them, I'll need to put in in several days work of work in that wilderness I call a garden. Not a chance right now, Pamela, not a chance!
But... But.... BUT!!!
No. Walk away from the Eglu... You haven't got time to keep chickens. But it's cute! No. But we could save loads of money on eggs... And feed the chickens on sunflower seed-heads so they don't cost a lot of money.... NO!!!
In my head, I obviously think I'm Barbara Good from The Good Life.
PS: The only way to resolve the Podcast app problem was to delete the app and reinstall it.
* Since I obviously didn't have time or the inclination to start any seeds from scratch this year, the only way those beds were going to get plants into them was to buy partially grown ones. I bought tomatoes, peppers, a cougette (zucchini), onions and bok-choi.