It’s official. There’s absolutely no way a full-time working librarian can also run a garden, have a boyfriend, and be a book blogger. There are literally not enough hours in the day.

“Linda, is there any chance you could do a bit in the garden this week?” I asked when I returned from washing my hands in the breakroom. I’d spent most of my lunch break out there weeding, again, but had only cleared a tiny space. I suspect either Bob the Library Bear or Oscar the kitten are sowing dandelion weeds in the flower beds. Probably Oscar, he’s a rascal.

“You don’t want me helping there, Nina. I’m terrible at gardening, sorry. My own husband has banned me from our garden entirely. I put weedkiller on his favourite flowers apparently and dug up something I though...

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