There are times when work almost seems to get in the way of life. As my garden open day draws nearer, I start to resent every moment that can't be spent outside, titivating. Then I rather guiltily remember that if I didn't work, and didn't get paid, I wouldn't have much of a life. Or much of a garden, come to that.
Today, I've got a piece in The Independent about my garden opening. Sometimes work comes in very handy...
