Indolence thwarted

I think I'm getting lazy.  No, actually, I know I'm getting lazy.  What with the recession, depression, whatever it is, I was really hoping that I wouldn't get much work this year.  Isn't that a terrible thing to confess to?  (Or to which to confess for any pedants reading this post.)  In my line of work everything usually goes quiet around November then revs up again on the second week of February.  I know this sounds pretty precise but ever since I've been designing gardens my first phone call/email of the season almost always comes then.  You know why, of course.  It's the time of year when people look out of their windows and realise that they have a featureless lump of mud and weeds posing as a garden in their backyard.

Anyway, garden design work in this particular year, filled with gloom and doom, redundancies, bankruptcies (not sure if that is even a word but never mind), Euro catastrophes etc was sure, I felt, to be thin on the ground, if not non-existent.  Endless days of pottering about on the allotment, taking leisurely bicycle rides, actually doing my own garden...lovely.  Hah!  Four whole weeks earlier than usual I've got three new jobs...and I can't even turn them down on the grounds that I don't like the people.  They're all lovely, and keen, and...rich.  What's happening? 

By the way, talking of pedants, my husband had a colleague who regularly pulled people up on their grammar.  One of his victims, stung by the criticsm, snapped back 'Oh, pedants are us' to which he replied 'I think you mean pedants are we.'

Oh well, back to the grindstone...sob...