Monday January 18th 2016Tim
Chill factor is
right up there with ugly. Turnips have collapsed with a
reading of 7 degrees Fahrenheit which is definitely
minus some kind of big number in Centigrade and the
Parsley has finally succumbed, it's kind of lying there
waiting to be put out of its misery.
in the garden called it quits some weeks ago, and yet your
correspondent struggles on as he adopts the mantle of
super-hero. He found his woolly socks and the Aztec style
woolly hat, he knows where the snow shovel is and his
internet is patchy. All of them signs of "full portent"
rather than hope.