You know you are onto a good thing when your esteemed client comes into the garden to greet you with a steaming hot cup of coffee. It is pouring with rain and not only is she wearing a natty pair of pink patterned wellies she is carrying a (broken) Peppa Pig umbrella over her head. Pure class. She tried to convince me the umbrella belongs to her daughter but I am not convinced. Luckily for me, bearing in mind the “heavy showers” that were in danger of ganging up to become “persistent rain”, I spent the majority of the morning inside their greenhouse pruning a delinquent grape vine. This involved a little free climbing, many trips to the compost heap, a lot of bravery and no whoops’. In my experience “whoops” is not a word to be used when either pruning or cutting hair, although in the past I have said it on both occasions!