It’s sad when the weather buggers you about. Eight weeks ago we were looking green and pleasant, all very micro Jerusalem. Then the rain buggers off to Oz, the heat is turned up to gas marked 10, my budding tomatoes begin to look like a scaled down version of the aging testicles of the Jolly Green Giant and We Are All Saharan now.
There is still colour a’plenty; the lawn will bounce back; and some of the planting will provide a splendid September.
And the pets?
Of course they were there.
So good night from me, and from them