This week has flown by and we are mid-way through the most glorious bank holiday weekend with wall to wall sunshine. I would love to say I have spent it mostly with my family but they all seem to be busy, so I've had the luxury of pottering around the garden doing bits and pieces in almost complete peace. Abi is obviously at Angie's, Izzy is at Mia's and Glenn was at the rugby all day yesterday - home alone, just me and the dogs. I can absolutely see why people have dogs as their children begin to get older. Once upon a time it was because it meant rain or shine, we got out into the fresh air and got some exercise. These days it's great to have dogs because it means there is always someone at home, even if it's the patter of little paws rather than feet. Of course with Freya I also have someone to permanently angst over given all her peculiarities. She's currently at my feet snoring loudly having spent the day trailing me round the garden as I weeded the p...