that the back garden looks like it has started to sink in on itself. The neighbours fence has collapsed like a piece of soggy cardboard and lies about like a lazy drunk, half in our garden, half in theirs. A quick glance from the kitchen window and the grass looks surprisingly green. I try not to look too hard because I know that in reality it’s a horrible sticky mud sludge with a few bits of green grass clinging to it. I can feel the mud sticking to my shoes even just looking at it. This is nothing new, the lawn is awful and always has been. It’s a small garden in London, with a high water table so it’s a hopeless mess. It’s a kind of sport watching my husband picking his way gingerly to the shed and knowing the explosion of frustration as he returns after the muddy ordeal. I should try and do something about it, but it’s too cold and horrible for such a big project. Luckily, by the time it’s warm enough to tackle it, the grass will have dried out and the problem will have vanished. So, for the moment I just keep to glancing and not looking properly. I went out to take a photo today – anything pretty I could put in here to jolly it up a bit. There wasn’t a single thing that was flowering or looking nice. I was strangely heartened by that. I thought that I had done a really good job of having a garden that was having a bit of down time.
On a completely different and unrelated point. The foxes are back and all look fully grown. First there was a running battle between four of them at 8.30 am out on the street. It was extraordinary to see so many in such broad day light. Later, I saw two in the back garden. One was definitely plump and neither of them were remotely bothered when I wrapped like a bad tempered gnome on the window. I scowled and shooed at them, they just stared at me. I opened the back door and they still just stayed looking. I got a pan and a wooden spoon and walked out banging that. They scarped then. On the way back into the house I spied what I thought was a crocus starting to flower. I bent down and peered at it in such an ungainly way. I straightened up quickly and thought, I’m turning into my granny.