It is raining. I feel a bit cheated especially as I have been feeling so spring-y the last day or so. However, the salad I have sown will be getting a lovely drink and the grass really does look as though it's beginning to grow now.
Some plump, fat, ruby red sausages on special offer. They smell of Spain, the summer and barbeques. I long for that first evening meal outside.
A rat on my birdtable. Richard was quick with the air rifle and now my hens have one less squatter in their midst.
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