After I’d had my bright idea about drought for water swaps I ventured outdoors between showers to watch the Fusspot pull weeds, divide her half drowned chives, tie up the mange-touts, plant garlic (she’s late for that one), and harvest bolted mesclun for the hungry heifers. I tried to tell her that she was pulling up a beetroot at the same time but she wouldn’t listen and told me to go indoors before I got mud on my coat so I retreated to the kitchen window sill in something of a huff. She’s right insofar as mud is more attracted to my fur than her wellies and it took me over 30 minutes to clean my paws to my satisfaction but I do think she should have listened to me about the beetroot. I definitely remember her planting a seedling beside the peas as there was no room for it elsewhere but clearly she’s forgotten and thought it was just some variety of red lettuce.
Oh well, I hope the heifers enjoy their anti-oxidants. I can’t wait to go back to town so I can defrost while I snooze on a central heating vent.