Went down to the allotment today intending to start digging the next bed. If I can do an hour or even two every day this week it will be almost done by next weekend and I might be able to persuade Ed to help me finish it off. If I ask him every weekend to put in an effort like he just did I think I'll be a single mum before Christmas.
The trouble is I thought "Hmm, the seed bed looks a bit dry, I'll just water it a bit". And I took some grass seed to lay a grass path between our allotment and the one next door, because that can't take long. And I may as well rearrange the plastic sheets so they smother the weedy bits. And before I knew it an hour had gone and I had to get home and shower in time to give a guitar lesson.
Still, all those things were worth doing. Tomorrow straight after I've dropped the kids at school I'll get over to the allotment and do an hour or two of digging, I swear.