I planned (with a little help from my friends) the following: poisoned darts, swinging lump hammers, buckets of dye, highly trained ninja robin/mouse combo. Then I realised that it really wasn’t worth the energy. A gorgeous day, the garden heading in the right direction, why should this special time be spoilt by my anger. In truth I feel sorry for whoever broke into the potting shed, I truly do. I doubt they are happy people, I doubt whether they are content or fulfilled, to think that you can take what you want with no regard for the consequences. No thought of the far reaching ripples. I didn’t even cry this time.