Two weddings and a gala. What the hell was I thinking? I take the appointments, I write the proposals. I order the flowers and then what? The weekend comes and we have to do all the work.
Just say no Jane.
And then you arrive home all dirty and tired and find out you have half a hour to get into the city to a birthday party.
But you don't panic because you are both a gardener and a blogger so you unearth a sweet casserole from some GoodWill trip, send GG out into the garden with a trowel and Voila!
Happy Birthday Sarah!
Off to the coal mines wish us luck.