All good things come to re-visit one. Mayglothling time again and the very nice man is coupling up (not a euphemism – Ed.) to empty the you-know-what tank. It’s a sign of progress I suppose that he’s not actually shovelling **** (insert own word – Ed.) and a bedraggled heavily muffled care-worn horse isn’t waiting patiently harnessed to a cart.
I tried to look after his sensitivity by offering him a cup of awful tasting coffee hoping it would mask his sniffing powers – but he declined. “Ho hum” I said in my best Winnie the poo voice, “turned out nice again” (it was raining – Ed.).
I’m just a bit worried about the lumpy bits…
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII…
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the…
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not…
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have…
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…