After about an hour on my hands and knees pulling grass and creeping jenny from between the strawberries this morning I began to lose the will to live.

It was in that time that I began to realise how peaceful it actually is outside in the garden and how I actually sort of hate being cooped up in timetables all the time.

Thankfully, before I either solved world poverty or slit my wrists with the trowel through boredom, the cat turned up to keep me company.

It was much later when in my labours I unearthed a rather interesting bug-type-thingy from among the soil and weeds. It was like a reddish cocoon. It looked a bit like that butterfly thing off 'silence of the lambs' but obv it couldn't be one of them because they dont live in England. =S

Unless you have spent nore than 3 hours at a stratch gardening you can really have no idea of how stiif your back can be after you straighten up again.