Time to Move Things On

Well, progress has been inching along this week. I have been feeling the dark cloud of depression beginning its slow but sure descent over me for  the past few days, and  coupled with the short hiatus of  'I can't do anything else until I get my compost and plastic pipes', I have spent a fair few hours staring out of the window and not doing much else. So, even though I don't feel like it, much like walking the dog in the rain, it's time to button up and get on with it.
So I've spread almost 400 litres of compost about. The majority has gone on my no-dig beds to be forgotten about until October, although I need about another 250 litres to be honest to finish the last one (I say last one, that's not even true. I have at least three more beds planned, but they'll have to wait, until more money and more goodwill).You need a car, at the very least to move compost. Relations with Mr G are not so good that I can be bothered to ask, and even if my mum did take me, she's not well enough to help me get the stuff down to the plot. I've gone off the idea of buying in bulk for now - it may be getting the faff over in one go rather than death by a thousand cuts, but it does still seem like faff. At least the little by little method is controllable for the most part. I had a lovely friend offer to get me some cardboard so I can cover the compost before finally topping with that weed suppressant fabric and ignoring. Hurray.
A lot of my seedlings seem ready to go from their seed pots and beds, even though I am worried it is too cold. Before I do that, and probably wisely because it feels quite wintry out there, I need to build my cloches. My roots will need fleece still, but my brassicas and legumes will need netting. I will have to build a cage for my sweetcorn as well as my peas, I think, although I'm not sincerely confident that it will be enough to stop the badgers, which are apparently the true pests to sweetcorn on our site. Whenever I go down, there are obvious mammal footprints on my raised beds, which I fondly hope are badgers, because I really like them. Or at least I do until they eat my sweetcorn after which I might because one of the badgercidal maniacs that I hear about in the countryside (my mother-in-law for instance, is a proper farmers daughter and she has no empathy for the countryside pest. I am one of the city folk, so I hold my counsel, obviously, in her presence). Some of my seedlings seem a bit stunted though, so I'm going to have a mass potting on session tomorrow , see whether it helps.
So then, I will just need to give the plot a good tidy. The mess really depresses me, although I can't put my finger on why I find it so bad. It's not like I won't do things with all the planks, and butts and shit, and that I won't move the compost bins into a better position, but while there's so much to do I just can't. And in the meantime, it gets in my eyeline and makes me feel sad. Of all the things to get bothered about, eh?
Rest in peace, Prince.