I come to you fitter than I have been for a long time. As an antidote to sitting poring over drafts and drafts of my final OU piece - the one that is used instead of the exam that most other courses insist on - I have been Sorting Out The Garden. My back - initially quite achy - is now quite a bit stronger and I have developed a love of actually being quite physical. I think my new mp3 player might have something to do with it. If only I hadn't got so carried away with ordering shrubs when we first designed the garden. When we bought the house our garden consisted of a sectioned-off piece of the forest that we back on to. I'm afraid I went a bit overboard and planted too much stuff. Now, some seven years on, a lot of the shrubs are lying on a huge pile in the garden waiting to be taken to the dechettterie. There is still one big border that I've not yet managed to begin sorting out. It is largely in the shade from the silver birches casting their shadows and nothing seems to thrive, except of course for the stinging nettles and dandelions that I hope will be gone soon.
Our bit of France is currently full of holidaymakers - a mix of Brits on the lookout for their dream home in the country and also of the French come to live the simple life - a life of canal walks and forest shade. It really is idyllic here and so why am I sitting indoors on a glorious day like this? I've promised myself that I will not leave this room today until I have the first draft of the commentary that must accompany this ECA, in which I reflect on the course and my writing. Everything I have put so far sounds so cheesy, and cliched comments are totally discouraged. Is there anything original left to say though? Who'd be an examiner?