Up until today the work schedule has gone smoothly, but more importantly been really quite enjoyable. Ok, during the hoeing of some borders on my last job on Friday I pulled a muscle in my back and struggled to simply get home (why is it never the big tasks that take their toll?), but all in all things have been good.
Today was another day of blue skies and sunshine, and along with the help of Rebecca, all of the various tasks were done with a certain smile and spring like bounce in my step. I should have seen it coming I suppose, but just as I was nearing the end of the day, a customer made a request.
Was it spreading tons of manure by hand?...........no!
Cutting a lawn using scissors?.............No!
Or even removing a rather large tree?........nope.....much worse than any of these, or indeed anything you could possible imagine!
I came home shaking, confused and lost. I put some baroque music on the CD player to try and focus, but to no avail. Next came Gregorian chant, but still my mind was tense and angry. Finally, out came Dusty Springfield, and at last I am just calm enough to repeat what has been requested of me.
I have been asked to commit that worst bastardisation of the bedding plant, a single row along the entire length of a border, and to make matters worse.........they are to be mixed primroses!!!
There, I have shared it, please don't hold it against me.
Time to call in the big guns I think.