The list is like the drawer we've all got in the kitchen. You know the one. It's just full of "stuff" that doesn't seem appropriate for the other drawers but that you'll get around to sorting one day. You know you never will.
In fact that could be a good little business for someone. Sorting THAT drawer in your kitchen.
Hmm, possibilities if this writing gig doesn't work out ...
But I digress. Back to the garden. In my defence, I'd like to point out I have been very busy. There are only so many hours in the day to do important things over the winter months. In my world gardening is not among them. Losing weight is obviously important for health reasons and I'd say most of us have it on our To Do list. Unfortunately, it's not much fun to do, or write about for that matter.
But dinner with friends, now that's a completely different story. Always fun, always a good laugh but so very, very hard to organise. We are all just so busy.
In the days before kids it was as simple as just carrying on to town from whatever sports club we were members of at the time.
Then kids came along and the get-togethers tended to become afternoon barbecues, therefore saving on babysitting, with a million little sproggies running round wanting a sausage with sauce or a fizzy drink. Actually, that was me. Rather partial to a snag and tomato sauce I am. And the fizzy drink? Beer. Sorry. I never did scrub Must Drink Less off the to do list.
Anyway, as we, and they, grew older, dinners tended to be spread out a bit as dad's taxi worked overtime running groups of teenagers from one party to the next or picking them up at some ungodly hour.
Some of our crowd have gone through that phase. We are easily identified by our exhausted, bewildered appearance. A weekend is to be treasured and while we may not exactly be looking forward to a nightly Milo and National radio's classical music programme we do look forward to a bit of a relaxing weekend.
But not all our group is the same age. Our younger friends are still "with child".
And when we do get together that makes it fun, especially for us oldies. We can look at them and smile to ourselves, knowing what they're in for.
One day, when they've got a bit of time to breathe they might even stand in the sun on their deck and look at the messy garden below and think: "I better put gardening on my to do list. It'll have to go underneath organise dinner with friends."
Or maybe they'll come up with a way to kill two birds with one stone like I have.
I'm going to invite them all round for a gardening party.
