I am cack-handed. I always was cack-handed, and I expect I always will be. It doesn't matter how much others try to reassure me, I know who I am and I know my own limitations. I am cack-handed. Simple as that.
I went and got the bag of compost and set to work on the planter. Recently I bought a lovely pink (Dianthus 'Night Star', pictured) from a stately home. I wanted to divide it in two, and use it to fill a trough. I tipped it out of its pot and wielded the knife, and succeeded in chopping the roots into two. Great. Perhaps I shouldn't have tried. Well in the event I dipped all the shoots that fell off in rooting powder and planted them too. If any of them grow, I'll have plants to give away to my friends who have gardens.
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