Which animal will invade a garden over night and launch itself at some pots that contain potting compost replete with seeds that are germinating but that have yet to show their leafy heads and proceed to dig out the middle of every single pot? Well, when I find that animal, it's for it. I had a tray of 30 pots all so filled that were all so emptied on Wednesday night. Bleeder! I'll spiflicate it if I get it. DW

Celebrity spotting? Mrs W got very excited at Heathrow yesterday as we waited for Dima to get back from France and up popped Liz Hurley complete with baby and nanny(?). She needs to do some work on her bottom or her jeans as said bottom didn't fill the jeans in the same way that the rest of her body fills the rest of her clothes! Her husband/boyfriend, turned up later in a wheelchair and Mrs W wasn't impressed: Liz, you could have done better for yourself! DW

Lovely weather again although I'm as stuck in my office as everyone else. Since I work at home, though, I can potter around the garden for a break as and when I need a break. DW

Went to Bath on Easter Monday and was really surprised to see that the majority of building in the centre of the city are genuine Georgian: up to 250 years old or so. A marvellous looking place. The royal crescent and circus are spectacular and well worth the voyeuristic visit. I heard that one house on the royal crescent sells for £2 million: ridiculous! Had a decent meal at the Arabesque Lebanese restaurant in the Podium Centre: I like what I've seen of Lebanese food and this was a buffet worth trying out and it wasn't that expensive either. Had a shock at the Roman Baths: they wanted £8.50 EACH for us to go in ... we didn't. The city bus tour wanted £7 EACH for us to sit on their bus as they whizzed us round the city ... we didn't. Nice city, tourists beware of the serious damage that can be done to your wallet. DW

A message to small business people the world over. This is what happened last week. Our shower sprang a very small leak. I offered to repair it but Mrs W was aghast at that so she found a plumber/tiler to do the job. He turned up, kept his baseball cap on as he came in the house, quoted for the job and promised to return on Friday. Friday came and so did he: baseball cap stayed firmly on his head and when he said he'd finished Mrs W carried out an inspection and asked him to tidy up a small part of the work he'd done to a fairly poor looking standard. After rolling his eyes heavenwards he launched off into a tirade about customers like us! He increased his price, too, on the basis of materials costs. He won't be back ... ever! DW