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 Monday January 18th 2016Tim Candler9


     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.


     Everything else 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.


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