Well it all kicked off this evening. S receives an email to end all emails. Not a medium for use when angry (or drunk), but we all learn that one the hard way. Household pow-wow called me in from the garden and I ended up planting my Callicarpa in the dark with a head torch on. Not a sexy look.

Then, blimey, Enders! Whose is Laura's baby?? If it's Ian's I am going to be looking sidelong at Miles...

joella