To coin a phrase, that's how I'm feeling today. It's only 3.30 and, shockingly, I'm fighting the urge for a little mid-afternoon siesta! Mind you, despite buffeting winds at the weekend, I crossed off a few more jobs on my To-Do List. My garlic and onion beds are regularly dug up by (I think) a cat so it was a priority to get that netted off: Tick. I filled up half a dozen recycling bags with well-rotted manure, collected from the farm on Friday, that needed to be spread over and dug into the raised beds: Tick. Sweet Peas and beans are growing rampantly indoors and being hardened off so need their supports put up in the veg patch: Tick. Actually, that doesn't seem that much now I look back on it. But it was tricky getting three beds netted in the wind - and especially as I had to support the net over canes topped with tennis balls and managed to slice into my thumb when cutting into one of the balls. Yowee! Must.Be.More.Careful.
Am I alone in self-inflicting harm on myself by not concentrating or am I among the gardening walking wounded?
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