At half past eleven last night, I realised that I had the energy either to bring in the washing from the line or to water the plants, but definitely not both.
I concluded that watering the plants was a priority, as I'd spent my day off taking cuttings, repotting assorted herbs and generally unsettling much of the plant life we brought with us from Lower Farmhouse....a dry night would be disaster to the plants, unless I looked after them, whereas a wet night would simply mean delay to the laundry.
I was woken this morn by the sound of rain drumming on the windows.
Got that wrong, then, didn't I?!