Latest visit to the allotment awarded me the prize of a dead mouse - or small dead baby rat. I did not take a photo of it for you because it was vile. The children spent a lot of time shouting 'it's gross, let me see it' etc. Tried to be the brave adult and move it but just ended up poking at it with a spade and feeling queezy. Then spent the rest of the time squeeling 'Don't go near the mouse thing', 'keep back', and 'don't tred on it' a lot. Have bravely left it there for - the fox, a cat or the husband to remove. Yuk.
We went to Wales at half term. Going on holiday in the British Isles in February is a good idea. One day it is like this.
And the next day it is like this. Brilliant. You can't beat it. 
I thought I had been restained this year in my seed buying. Until I got out last years seeds and put them with my new ones. I guess I wasn't so restrained after all, oh well, some women buy shoes. I buy seeds. 
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