Once again, Mel is MIA. Has been since her birthday. Does this mean her ex has killed her and hidden the body under the paving stones?

It's not raining enough. I would be a little happier about the lack of rain, if the sun actually shone. But no, it's gray. It's dry. Did go out during the weekend to look at the garden. The tarragon is doing very well. Also went and looked at my rose bushes. I fancy growing roses. Is that so horrible? I know, I know. I hardly ever go into the garden except to sit out and read the paper in the sun. I moaned about the laying of the turf. I managed to avoid the planting of the trees. But I thought, it people want me to garden, we could start small. With two small rose bushes courtesy of my mother-in-law, giver of all plants. If anyone would like to help out with the rose situation, may I suggest a nice portmerion or two? I went to look at my roses, which have only been in the ground a couple of weeks. They have green fly, white fly and black spot! It isn't fair. The H has been useless too. He says roses are needing horrible plants and I need to sort this out all by myself. I can deal with the aphids. Even if the local garden centre doesn't sell ladybugs by the 1000's. The black spot bothers me and well, it may be too late in the season to do anything serious about it. Who knew that gardening was so fraught with danger?!?

Otherwise the H made a work colleague climb into our shower (it all has to do with their height and the shower head, now if they were only normal size people this wouldn't be an issue and someone wouldn't put dishes where I can't reach them). The small child is quite taken with learning French. I don't know why. She hates Italian. And if only it was sunny, I would prefer to be in the garden, drinking one of these even if they are terribly 2002 and finishing off The Iliad.