A perennial problem with regular garden maintenance – nobody at home when I arrive to do my snipping at the prearranged time. What to do? Charge a missed call fee? Smile and rearrange without a word? Anyway, it started to rain and I dropped in on a friend nearby for coffee and chat, with my overloaded bag full of garden tools. Unfortunately said friend is a nervous wreck, receiving strange emails from his ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend who informs him that the lady in question has been leading on a string of unfortunate and gullible men. My life in comparison seems simple and earthy and I’m grateful for it.