Now that I'm not twitching any more, and seeing that June appears to have arrived early in Wanstead this year, I have been doing a bit of gardening. With three children, the garden of Chateau L has never really been a gold medal candidate, but every now and again it starts looking so awful that I start hacking at it.
This week I have been trimming stuff back so that we get more garden, and removing all the brambles from the 'flower' beds that have been making retrieving cricket balls so painful of late. I've filled several sacks and generally been fairly pleased with my efforts. What has been even better though is the local Jedi Robin who can apparently sense me gardening from some distance. He is usually present within about thirty seconds of me starting, and is quite fearless, generally hopping around about a foot from where I am working, and perching on branches next to my head. He has not actually landed on me yet, but it is only a matter of time. He is clearly feeding a family, as as soon as he has a beakful he is off, and then straight back again. I am always very pleased to see him. Ideally he would also do the gardening, but you can't have everything.