There I was, literally like Jack and Jill, rolling down the hill.. till I came to a sudden jolting stop about halfway down. No, I didn’t break my crown, I just sat there and sobbed.
“Whose silly idea was this?” I blubbered. “Oh that’s right…..” I paused as the realisation dawned on me. “Mine.”
It had been my idea to plant on the hillside. My darling patient husband just went along with the idea and dug the holes, then stood back and watched (to his credit, without laughing) as I rolled down the hill like a spinning top.
Once again I repeated my mantra – “I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.” His reply was in his usual quiet down to earth way – “Just keep chewing.”
