I have roses almost coming out of my ears; the icebergs are doing very well indeed, thanks I think to Mum’s massacring of them in winter. They’re starting to die off now, but for a while I also had white climbing roses almost overrunning the front of the house. The dahlias a friend from school gave me are coming up – much more happily now that I laid down some snail pellets, nasty little buggers – and some of the succulent cuts I got from Robyn are also about to flower, which I guess means they’re happy enough where they are. Which is nice to know, really.