OK. So I exaggerated. It’s not really a fight. Not so much ‘The Rumble in the Jungle’ or ‘The Thriller in Manilla’ as the…er…
OK. So I exaggerated. It’s not really a fight. Not so much ‘The Rumble in the Jungle’ or ‘The Thriller in Manilla’ as the…er…
Ah. The pre-Christmas period. Already the radio air-waves are full of Wizard, wishing it could be Christmas every day (really? awfully expensive), Noddy
Now. I know it’s a terrible cliché to start a piece of writing with ‘People always ask me… blah, blah, blah’ and it’s almost
So. Here I am, back from the land of wine, escargots and incomprehensible opening hours, staring at my garden thinking Bungalow Ben, my neighbour
The grass which grows around trees and ornaments and the awkward patches which are too small to mow need trimming if the garden is
You probably cut the lawn over the Easter break – well what else is there to do – and now you need to look
Winter’s really starting to bite now, gales, blizzards, rain, the whole works. And yes, it is nice to sit at home reading gardening mags
Jolly? Well, no not really. That was… A) A feeble attempt to get you to read this and B) Because I’m always up for
Snow, ice, gales, yes this is just the time to burrow back into the shed past the shovels and bikes and find the mower.
First things first. When I say “watch your back” I am not warning you about your spouse creeping up behind you while you are