There's just a hint in the MRWF that, as quite often happens, a change
of season may mean a change in weather type. Not a moment too soon for
my sanity!. Purely anecdotally, I have grim memories of all those
ghastly summers from the late '50s onward, but none has been quite as
depressing as this one.
Even my wife, normally obsessed with holidays in the Lake District,
god help her, decided she'd had enough so we went off to Tenerife in
April, and Dubrovnik in July-both really interesting and well worth
it.
I'm well used to molluscs eating the usual suspects- dahlias etc-but
this year the little *******s shinned up my gladioli and nerines and
ate them too! By the time I realised what was going on and put the
slug bait down it was too late.
The dahlias have-at last- got flower buds on them. They're a new
variety, so at least I'll see what they look like before I have to dig
them up.
The Mrs-a teacher- is now ****ed off because a change for the better-
if it happens-will nicely coincide with the new term. More ammo in my
endless battle with her to retire to Oz!.
Goodbye to all that? Bloody good riddance!!