Upon unzipping the door, I was hit by a wave of heat akin to something out of Spain or Greece. Whatever’s in here is in serious need of attention.

So the only green thing I can see is some sorely neglected poached eggplant flowers. I need to find them a home, ASAP.

I’m going to move the poached egg plant flowers to a cooler part of the garden and water them in so they stand a chance.

Everything looks like it’d benefit from a good watering, so I’ll give it a go and hopefully things will start to grow over the next month. I’d put all sorts of seeds in there: aubergines, chillies, marigolds…I hope something takes.

The last thing that catches my attention is snails. The bastards got in. I hate them so, so much. One day I’ll turn French in my vengeance and eat them all. But for now? Slug pub time. I’m going to hit the grocery shops.