I’ve started a new project at work, and in the last couple of weeks I’ve done quite a bit of travelling. I don’t mind – the project is interesting, and I love any excuse to go on a train. But by the time I get home I’m often tired and cold, and ready to do not-very-much-at-all.
Fortunately, at the minute my evenings are often relatively free. There’s a sprinkling of meetings and social gatherings, of course, and plenty of things that could be done if only I could summon the enthusiasm.
But I’m finding myself with at least one evening a week completely free, all by myself. What to do?
Delve into the frozen Curly Wurly stash, that’s what, and surround myself with seed catalogues.
Nothing like a cold autumnal night to make you think of spring and sunshine and gardening…