Hire Help or Lose My Sanity. Confessions of a Garden Writer Who Doesn’t Medicate. Yet.
The office is lightly scented with pencil shavings and old coffee mugs this morning. Not an unpleasant smell, but an unfamiliar one. I have ignored this room for two weeks over the Christmas holiday, and come back to it apologetically now – watering the parched papyrus tub and mindlessly straightening piles of to-do on three … Read more