Carrots or Avocados?

I popped into a supermarket on Tuesday for some avocadoes, I mean carrots.
No, I really did want carrots -  unlike the self-service till shoppers who press the button for carrots, when they are actually buying more expensive items, such as avocados.
The problem is so widespread, that some supermarkets have sold more carrots than they have ever had in stock!

Morrisons, where DH does our regular food shop, has not had any of my favourite Chantenay Carrots for the past few weeks. I had also run out of  Black Cherry jam which Morrisons doesn't sell either. It seemed logical to pop into a rival supermarket on my way home from work, to make these, and a few other purchases.
What could possibly go wrong...?

There I was zipping around the store on my own mini version of 'Supermarket Sweep. Before I knew it my basket was full. I am good at impulse buys!
Having paid for my purchases I planned to put most of the shopping in my folding bag. However, it already contained my coat and water bottle. I shoved the shopping in as best I could, not wanting to cause a delay at the till - even though there was no-one behind me.
After taking a few steps I decided that I was unlikely to make it home without losing some of my purchases, so I decided to repack the shopping, whilst balancing the bag on a windowsill at the front of the store.
Wiser persons than I can guess what happened next. Inevitably one of the items slipped out of the bag and landed on the floor with a resounding crash. It just had to be a jar of Black Cherry Jam.  I picked it up, expecting to find that it had sustained a mortal injury, but the only thing that seemed to have suffered was the lid - which was now sporting a dent worthy of giving it 'street vibe'. It was destined to be opened within the next 24 hours, so I popped it back in the bag from whence it had escaped, and made a mental note to give it a closer inspection when I returned home.

As I neared the house I realised that the key I required was underneath all the shopping. Never let me plan something important, like a war...

After lunch, I decided to dig a new border out of the lawn, along the side of the summer house. I got out the fork and spade and tested the ground. The ground was not keen on this idea. I did a circuit of the garden - that took about 30 seconds. Was I going to give up on this plan, or succeed? I changed out of my purple slip-on plastic shoes - suitable for retrieving laundry, and moved up a notch to 'gardening trainers'. I started digging with the fork. The first clod came up without to much difficulty, and it was quite easy to shake the soil from the roots. Before I knew it I was making good progress. I must remember this determination thing - it is very effective!
It was warm. Digging is hard work. I wanted to rest, but I also wanted to finish before the washing machine beeped at me.

I kept going.

In the back corner, the ground has been compressed, as this provides the access to the storage area to the rear of the summer house. I didn't bother digging that part, on the basis that it will probably have a slab on it.

Now the digging is complete, I can see that it is actually the best soil in the garden! Not difficult, as most of the rest is heavy clay!

Now all I have to do is decide what to plant in my new border - Carrots or avocados!