As the year turns, my inner critic is active again, goading me to get started on work in the veg patch.
Every time I look out the window at the vegetable patch, or go out to grab a leek or some parsnips for dinner, it starts up its never-ending critical commentary. “You really need to get some compost on that bed,” it says. “Look at those weeds, you’d really think you would keep it tidier. You started GIY? Really? You’d think the so-called founder of GIY would be more on top of things in his own veg patch.”