Here is my garden, today was just lovely. At home looking after wee un with chicken pox. We managed a boiled egg in the sunshine, warm. Feels more like May than end of March... hang on! It's April. OK, maybe it should be this warm and sunny. Poking around in the soil in t shrits. A dozen chinooks and their chopperey escorts flying eastwards towards the Excel Centre and the G20. Frightening my girl.
Now chap is singing his back catalogue with the lovely Floyd on a sojourn from NYC (Brooklyn).
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