During the cold months and the hot season, I have the garden to myself.
Now the weather is milder, and Marg ventures outside a bit more.
Things start off OK, then it starts-
Can you help me lift this?
I can't reach the xxxxx, can you do it?
Where are the xxxxx, can you help me find them?
This tap is really tight, give it a twist, will you?
Finally it gets too much, and she says:
If I keep stopping to help you, I'll never get my stuff done!
It really upsets me.
