Crikey! 55 and dead! Now I have more excuses to buy hellebores or other expensive plants (well, sort of expensive!
as I live in relative poverty. I am not moaning though). So sad 55 is not an age to depart ..
Forget it's Valentine's Day!
Just another morning out to clear the back. This morning I had to dash out as I couldn't breathe. Foul airs everywhere, compounded by foul burner emissions..
Must work out where the winds blow in the next house or it's a sleepless night. Wanted to go out, but it's drizzling and the clay was so sticky that walking is dangerous. It's like mired in thick treacle! Very yucky!