Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

It seems that I am not being allowed to do much these days, without some serious setbacks. Despite the presence of some menacing dark clouds and the presence of rain in the air, we managed to reach the garden centre in one piece.

Apart from me. The worst case of travel sickness hit me before we had even reached the motorway. This is something I suffered from when a child, but I thought it long gone these days. Consequently, I wasn’t really in the mood to wander and enjoy the flowers. I did wander a bit, hoping the magic of Nature would turn up.

It didn’t. I couldn’t find any of the plants on my list and had to ask one of gardeners to help. Why don’t they have a map, so we know where to look?

With just one weird looking Rosemary in my trolley, I started looking around for something else to take home. I wanted a dark red acer, but they were all too big and not bonsai material. I found some lovely red plants that I can never remember their name, and a lonely looking dahlia. I had no trouble locating the big box of fertiliser that I needed. Oh, and I picked up a pot of sweet pea seedlings.

It was late in the day, and the café had nothing left to eat. Probably best I didn’t eat anything, as I still felt very queasy. The journey home might not be pleasant.

I managed to reach home without upchucking, but it was touch and go. I wanted to finish strimming the lower overgrown grass, but the rain and my stomach had other ideas.

Back in the office, I wanted to work on the promo material for the launch of Folly’s End, but my chosen editor hadn’t got back to me yet.  My enthusiasm snuck out the door and I wandered into the living room and curled up on the couch.

This week has not been the best so far. Can I salvage something tomorrow?

I really hope so…