Potting shed

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I need to start my seeds and vegetables off. I know, I’m rather behind. The fact I couldn’t get to my potting bench wasn’t helping. My shed has become a bit of a dumping ground. I’m pretty nimble, but there was no way I was clambering over it all.

So today, I tackled it and spend several hours sorting, binning and rearranging it. Think I nailed it!

Let’s just say that it’s a good job I don’t mind spiders. I had to evict several. I looked like I was early for Halloween with the amount of cobwebs I get in my hair!

I also only hit my head three times on the doorway. So I’m taking that as a big win. My shed seems to have a rather low door and I forget to duck. It’s amazing I have any brain cells left sometimes.

I found a box with old solar lights in it. Amazing how they mount up. Not a clue if any of them still work, so stuck them one of the borders to see.

Of course having spent much longer than I thought tidying, I didn’t get round to actually planting the seeds. I need to get some more seed trays as the ones I found had seen better days. So that’s tomorrow’s job…

I love the fact I have a potting shed. OK so it’s not fancy, but it makes me smile nonetheless. Now it’s tidy, it makes me smile even more.

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So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life. I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began... I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover. I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling. The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020. This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!

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