Then I wandered past a calendar (on one of my many trips to the laundry) and realised it needed to be turned over to November. Then I realised that the dog needs heartworm and flea control. Then I realised that he really needed a bath before either of those things. Then I was up to my armpits in wet dog. Wet, growly dog. Bailey has no truck with baths.
It wasn't all misery though. I managed to pot up a dwarf Tahitian lime and some pretty colour to go around it. This is the first of five pots I'm planning to fill with
Now I need the ground to be slightly less sodden to plant my two passionfruits and my mandarin tree in a garden.
And of course, I also managed several cups of tea and a fair bit of tweeting, so it was definitely not a wasted day.