January 26 2015 Latest news:
It must be the time of year but I’m boracic lint – there I’ve said it.
Are you on a detox?
Good news, dear readers. Yesterday afternoon I found a little bud on a sapling I am trying to grow. I’m not quite sure what sort of tree it is − possibly a beech − but I definitely have got a bud. And I might be a bit previous but I think spring must be on its way. Rather like Narnia, January always seems to be never-ending winter, but now there is hope in sight.
Right. Thank goodness that’s all over. I’m right stuffed with turkey – not a favourite meat at any time of year – and if I go to another pastry-based buffet served with a “nice and light” Prosecco (what did people drink before Prosecco?) I think I might go insane.
Life is so confusing, isn’t it?