Someone once told me I "sound like a fucking Wurzel". This pleased me.
I now need to go and rest my eyes.
I now need to go and rest my eyes.
If this was
Arson: Wankers.
Yet another stolen motorbike abandoned and torched: Wankers.
Global warming: Nature's telling us.
www.instagram.com/p/DN037Dj2C8P/
If this was
Arson: Wankers.
Yet another stolen motorbike abandoned and torched: Wankers.
Global warming: Nature's telling us.
www.instagram.com/p/DN037Dj2C8P/
Don't worry, I've got your back.
Don't worry, I've got your back.
I just do.
I just do.
My luck is in. Everyone else in my household hates mulberries. Not me. I've never yet managed to top out my mulberry gluttony.
My luck is in. Everyone else in my household hates mulberries. Not me. I've never yet managed to top out my mulberry gluttony.
My youth was comfortably double figures but now flab replaces strength. 7 or 8 will do. My son hit 5 - he'll best me by autumn.
My youth was comfortably double figures but now flab replaces strength. 7 or 8 will do. My son hit 5 - he'll best me by autumn.
But, for me, the garden year never truly begins until the big copper beech breaks bud.
And, we're off ...
But, for me, the garden year never truly begins until the big copper beech breaks bud.
And, we're off ...
10,000 litres will be nowhere near enough for summer and falling back on tap water is a big no-no. I'm praying for rain. Lots of rain.
10,000 litres will be nowhere near enough for summer and falling back on tap water is a big no-no. I'm praying for rain. Lots of rain.
Next question: Where did my dog go?
Next question: Where did my dog go?
After 3 years of owning her, sunny = yes, snowy = yes, cold = yes.
Rainy = I'll stay in.
After 3 years of owning her, sunny = yes, snowy = yes, cold = yes.
Rainy = I'll stay in.
The pond is *just about* frozen enough to support a jar of sugar.
The pond is *just about* frozen enough to support a jar of sugar.
The pictures show the two from a UK can of Heinz tomato soup.
The pictures show the two from a UK can of Heinz tomato soup.
But, parsnip, the most vile of all things that are passed off as food, has snuck in today.
Today I will have to be brave.
But, parsnip, the most vile of all things that are passed off as food, has snuck in today.
Today I will have to be brave.
Like so many households, one of our first of the year is a game called "Try not to lose your shit while unravelling the tree lights", maximally fun if it was you that threw then carelessly back in the box last year.
Anyway, job done.
Like so many households, one of our first of the year is a game called "Try not to lose your shit while unravelling the tree lights", maximally fun if it was you that threw then carelessly back in the box last year.
Anyway, job done.