Working from home: Potting On, DIY

Not only did I really ache yesterday after the long stint at the plot on Saturday, but I've been having twinges of guilt with the amount of time I'm spending away from my kid on the weekends. I mean he could tear himself away from in front of his computer monitor and come and join me toiling in the fields for a bit. But he won't, and to insist he join me when he'd rather be elsewhere is not really conducive to the karma of my plot and, more importantly, not the sort of parenting I try to go in for. So we went for brunch, and then I hung around the house, miserably, feeling my aching muscles and groaning every time I got up from my seat like an old woman does. Very sexy. And then, between baking some cake (I am beginning to realise that cake is essential for having an allotment), and flopping out in front of the telly, I did some potting on and started to build a peacage.
I've decided to be a bit braver with potting on and go a bit earlier, relying on the 'big enough to handle' rule, rather than waiting for the seedling to develop its second set of leaves. Mainly because my seedlings were getting very leggy and floppy whilst I awaited this magic stage of development, but also because as soon asI have them potted on, I can more or less stick them out in the mini-g and forget about them for a bit. Checking for soil moisture, problems and awareness of what is going on is much easier when everything is together. Whether there will be problems related to my push out the door parenting technique, I don't know. That's the great thing; I don't know anything.
Cage building is also causing a few wrinkled foreheads. I'm using scrap wooden stakes for the frame, and while I think its long enough, its the size it is because of the length of the stakes, not my needs. But, it's only for a few pea seedlings. I'll be making net cloches for my brassicas, which I'm sure will result in more facepalm moments for me. Fun times ahead.
Today, hopefully, marking out beds with string and a spirit level, somehow breaking up the soil a bit more on my potato bed, finishing the weeding of my bean patch. Finish the peacage, dammit.