It's no better outside either. I have tons of pots of the gardening variety waiting to be washed up before I can get really cracking with this year's seed sowing and potting on. I don't mind doing this on a sunny summer's day but the thought of putting my hands in a bucket of cold water, outside, in March leaves me cold. Quite literally. All autumn and winter I have been stacking and hiding away these pots in the hope they might just disappear or the Washing Up Fairy might just take pity on me, but to no avail.
|They are hiding under my potting bench....|
|They are hiding behind the compost bins....|
|They are even sitting in full view, on top of the compost bins....|
I suppose I'll just have to get on with it then. Especially as I have now completely ruined my poor husband's street cred - after being a gun-toting macho man yesterday, he's now a fairy flittering about in pinny and marigolds, and if he reads this, there is no hope for me whatsoever! After all, he does have a gun or two.....