Christmas Day. I unwrap a present from My Nice Man.
It’s a gift voucher for a Small Constant Garden from Rocket Gardens. It’s beautifully packaged, and the voucher is a fold out card, with pretty illustrations of veg.
There’s a list of months and deliveries, and what to expect in them, but I’m comforted by the word ‘Small” in the title which, in the glow of the fairy lights, diffused by the sherry glass, has more impact on me than “Constant”.