A good nights sleep and an extra long drowse this morning and I think my fears of the downward spiral have been allayed. The optimism has come bouncing back and I’m really not sure what to make of it all. Outside its still raining, the forecast for the next week is London weather, which is not at all good due to the fact that I’m supposed to be gardening most of this month, after leaving my clients out in the cold rather after last months ITV work and holiday. There’s decking to stain, fences to build and bushes to prune and I can’t do it because of this annoyingly British weather. Plus I have the jitters, I can’t sit still, my friends are all at work, and I can’t actually go to work because of the weather. 

Donning a particularly fetching hoodie and walking boots I decided to totter off to the Homebase to buy wood stain, in the vague hope that the greying clouds might clear. The walk’s nice, through the forest which was awash with thousands of crystal raindrops clinging to leaves and running down slippery stems. Getting a rush of energy I decided to stop in at my allotment on the way home, only to be greeted by clearing skies and a jungle of weeds. A couple of hours later I had totally cleared Summer Pudding alley (a mixture of raspberries, rubharb, gooseberries & currants) and as I packed my things back into my rucksack a glint of red caught my eye. Bending down, I lifted a leaf and there – to my complete astonishment, was one, single, lonesome, raspberry! They weren’t supposed to fruit this year, in their first year of establishment, and that this little fruit had held on through wind, rain and birds, was amazing for there’s no netting on the cage. I savoured the taste and it really made my day. 

I’m home now, the rain has once again began to lash down, but that one little raspberry has made everything better!