
Have you managed to get out in the garden much this week? I'm making a few assumptions there; firstly that you have a garden and secondly, that, like me, you're itching to get your potter on the second early spring hits.
As a devoted member of the Monty Don mafia, I find a morning's gardening gives me the same soulful pleasure as closing my eyes in the middle of a dancefloor at 2 am. But do you know who can't stand all that mulching and weeding and weather-exposure? My poor mitts.