It’s raining. Which is nice for the babies we planted yesterday. And for the herbs we harvested this morning. Everything will be fresh and smiley at market tomorrow. Also, Paul said that although he  hadn’t originally planned to let me go to the Glasgow market by myself, I’m trustworthy enough that he will let me if I want. That was before I brutally decapitated his Mexican sunflower (it looked like a weed and was growing in the middle of the zucchinis—I refuse to accept blame), so that offer may be  revoked. Today I talk to Anna Rose! Also, the Internet’s gone again, but I imagine it will be back before you read this. Unless you’re a master hacker. And since you’re probably my mother, dear reader…you’re not.