Ok, so the sun’s out and the crocuses (or is that Croci?) are beginning to flower. The gnats are waking up and the garden is starting to look less like a swamp and more like a nature reserve. So what did I do? I found some springs…….. Sorry.
The Fine Art of Begging
After many years, George has finally perfected the ‘face’. Totally irresistible to anyone with a heart, the soulful eyes practically howl feed me (but only if it’s the tasty morsel you were about to enjoy yourself rather than the dog-food you left out for me already…….
