'Dirty Me'...

Yesterday Harry was dirty, now it's my turn...see a pattern forming here? I should have called my blip - 'My Dirty Life', although that may have required me to produce an altogether different type of picture!!

No, I was doing my husbands, boss's garden. Pocket money before I start my new job..

Gardening is my therapy - that and sewing. When I garden it's just me and the plants and the mud and more often than not - the Scottish rain.

It's a bonus to find a bug or creature to admire. Today I found a pair of tiny teraccotta coloured toads. They were hiding under the bags of compost and scarpered when they saw me.

I imagine how the garden will look, what the flowers will be like, what plants I could try to grow from seed and when I will be able to afford another little greenhouse.

On the way home I stopped off at Tesco, where people look in dismay as I walked around shopping in muddy boots, with dirty knees and bum and leaves in my hair... Liberating!

They should all try it.