Today, I embarked on a soggy pilgrimage to the 8:30 church service, where my ADHD played its usual games with the sermon, leaving it a murky concoction of divine musings and biblical anecdotes.

By 9:20, I was back home to plant some sweet peas and broad beans, with some help from some little hands.

By 11:00, the sun came out to reveal a beautiful spring day. I snuck out of the house to my cherished allotment (my “lottie heaven”), spade in hand, ready to conquer the rain-soaked earth. I managed to dig over a large chunk of the weeds, which was extremely satisfying. The rain had at least made it possible for my spade to slip through the earth like butter.

Returning home, our neighbours were in the kitchen with Mr B, eager to inspect our newly installed City Fibre setup. They invited us to their lovely home to inspect their fitted furniture. I am always impressed when people’s homes are clean enough to have someone view every room with no notice.

As we toured their immaculate abode, I couldn’t help but covet their domestic paradise. Alas, mortgage woes keep such luxuries at bay, leaving me to admire from a distance.

A dinner at Fuego offered a brief respite from the day’s adventures, though plans to plant raspberries were delayed by yet another bout of rain.

Undeterred, we eventually made it back to the allotment, where mud became our constant companion, and laughter echoed through the squelching earth.

And then, just when we thought the day couldn’t get any more adventurous, the girls managed to get themselves stuck in the mud. Amidst the chaos, I managed to plant my raspberries, a small victory amidst the muddy mayhem.

Home now. Clean, dry and cosy.