It's Wednesday again and the weather is cold and wet - great for gardening I don't think. Anyway it's half 9 gardener not till 10 so time for another cuppa and to get dressed ready. Suddenly ding done the front door bell goes. Who the bloody hell is that I think. I shuffle to the door just clad in my dressing gown. It's the gardener and bloody early. You're early I said the reply came "Thought we could get and early start...

This story though fiction is really heavily weighted with wishful thinking. My gardener comes every Wednesday to help me out for a couple of hours in my large garden. Everything went as usual until last week when the weather was bitterly cold. After an hour we called it a day and retired to the kitchen for a warming cup of tea. Wearing shorts I was obviously ill equipped for the cold weather so he massaged my legs to warm...