Sometimes a day is more difficult than it deserves to be. It was a little like that today. For no particular reason, I was more Eeyore than Tigger. Lavinia, not tip top herself, was patience itself whilst I walked into bird tables, tripped over bricks and generally staggered about the place like a lump of over-proven dough. Just as I was leaving, a little tulip caught my eye. Earlier we had been inspecting this bed and it was yet to open, it made for a precious private moment. Now tell me that pink and yellow don’t go. If you dare.