That dreadful laugh of Elaine Paige's got me out in the garden today, and I have done a respectable job. I took two loads of greenery to the tip, a place I love, and where I always meet someone I know. Today, it was Ray, a man I worked with years ago, who reputedly has a drink problem - but he was at the garden area with me, and not the bottle bank.

Planted all the marigolds, and the daisies, and strung the new wind chimes and mirrors and bells through the trees. Had to do a lot of lopping - very satisfactory work. Of course, I miss the sulking Big Bad Handsome Man, who loves working the garden with me, but some things can't wait.

When I finally returned to the kitchen, that dreadful EP and her horrendous laugh were gone, and I've got Paul O'Grady, who doesn't feel the need to laugh falsely, and is genuinely funny. Perhaps that is EP's problem? She is not funny. Get over it, love, and get on with what you are good at - singing.

I'm having Scarlett and Primrose to stay next weekend, and am hoping the weather will be good. We can go to the little train, or the bluebell wood, maybe. Must remember to get the crunchy nut cornflakes and lots of broccoli. And, a curry for Scarlett, who loves spicy foods.

Apparently, Scarlett has been telling her friends about her up coming sleepover with her Nan, and told them that, at Nan's, she can even eat chocolate for breakfast! No, she can't. Spoke to my daughter about it, and she said, "But, she imagines she can! It's just a blur of freedom and fun for her!!" I've achieved my goal, then.

My love for these little children has the been the biggest and best surprise of my life. Them, and BBHM, but he's less likely to be impressed by Deirdre, the fairy hanging from the blossom tree, if he ever sees her......