Are gardeners mad?
I've just spent well over an hour on my hands and knees, picking individual dead leaves out of my rockery. In my defence, it was in the shade and the birds were singing overhead. I had lovingly spread fresh pea gravel and pebbles between the rocks just before our garden open days to freshen things up and didn't want all the debris to get all wet and mushy if (as forecast) we are lucky enough to have a shower tomorrow. Does anyone else do barmy things like me?