I came home from lunch out (not a rare occasion as I am sure you know) to discover Derek, my gardener, here and knee deep in weeds and grass cuttings. I really don't know what I would do without him. He spends four hours here and the whole garden looks magical as a result.
Luckily he also works for the lady where I am moving so I can continue to rely on his services there.
Another week has passed with absolutely no sign of progress with my moving date, so I shall just have to try and relax and not think about it over the weekend otherwise the whole thing will drive me scatty.