Yesterday my son forgot his pants.  I don't mean that he failed to pack them, I mean that he failed to wear them.  He also forgot to take off his pyjama bottoms.  I am assuming he was interrupted at this vital 'dressing' moment by something incredibly important like What's New Scooby Doo?.  Well that or he was stumped as usual by being asked to process two things at once - 'get dressed and brush your teeth'.  I mean, really, with intricate and detailed instructions like that, you have to expect a 50% failure rate.  Surely

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I have not been a particularly good mother recently.  I may not have whipped my kids, or sent them up to clean the chimney, but I have had to apologise to them on a daily basis which is never a good sign

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Yesterday I killed two birds with one stone.  Not literally.  That would have been a tad cruel.  Plus my aim's never been very good.  No, I actually did another dry run for Gardeners' World Live whilst at the same time making a Fathers' Day gift with the children

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This weekend I have been drilling plastic pipes, writing on terracotta pots and talking to myself - a lot.  Although to the untrained eye this may have looked like a Vanessa Feltz style meltdown bought on by bunting-related stress, I have in fact been preparing for a demonstration. Yes, this Sunday I will be at Gardener's World Live showing a poor, unsuspecting public how to plant child-friendly containers in the Grow Your Own demonstration garden

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I love bunting; not in terms of 'I am quite fond of it' but more in the sense of 'I would string it around every building on the planet if I could'.  I can't help it.  It just makes me happy

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Optimism overtook me this weekend.  Not only did I extract the barbecue from the 'above ground landfill site' which we like to refer to as our shed, I also marked out a badminton court.  

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