THIS week I have mostly been worrying about potatoes.

I have been checking twice daily for any signs of life and panicking at the sight of fellow plot holders who have enough leaf that they need to fleece in the evening in case of a rogue frost.

Of course, my head tells me that they probably planted theirs earlier than mine but my heart screams out that my entire potato crop has failed and I will have brought shame on my family.

But finally at the end of the week something happens.

A few plants burst through the crusty, dry soil and announce to everyone that I am a success.

I also experience a spectacular failure this week, as I lose my entire stock of butternut squash and savoy cabbage when my mini plastic greenhouse topples over, sending pots crashing to the ground.

Could suspect sabotage (husband has always been open about his antipathy towards squash) but it is a windy day and he is fond of cabbage so I think I can safely blame the elements.

Back at the house, a badminton net has been set up in the garden for the summer and all the family, neighbours and friends are having a smashing time.

Daughter has seen the opportunity to make some cash and has declared her intention to set up a badminton club.

The idea is for players to pay a joining fee of £5 to become members and to then pay £1.50 a game. I tell her it might be a bit steep and she settles on receiving a bag of sweets.

Have to admire her entrepreneurial spirit and consider approaching Alan Sugar with my idea for a new reality show - Junior Apprentice. I'm sure that daughter would be a strong contender.