Further evidence -- as if it were needed -- that I'm hurtling headlong into middle age.

After my disturbingly enjoyable encounter with Radio 2 earlier in the week, I found myself sitting through an entire edition of Gardeners' World this evening and muttering to myself "ooooh, that's a good idea" on numerous occasions.

My excuse is that I was only watching it for Rachel De Thame -- the Nigella Lawson of the compost heap and the thinking horticulturist's crumpet.