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Thursday 7:30 p.m.
The sun started shining and I spent all afternoon in the allotment. One of the photies shows flowers appearing on the potatoes. Two are the views to the left and right of where I was meditating. And one is of a gooseberry I tried. Still not sweet enough.
8 comments:
I say!
That's quite different to the Cape Gooseberry.
MM III
Mingin'! I think Albert is the joe you should be discussing gooseberries with really. Hotboy
Thanks for rubbing it in. It's blinking perishing here, as you might say.
PS gooseberries will never be sweet enough.
Albert? Perishing in yon desert and cultural wasteland where you live hanging off the end of the world is like our summer, so are you still wearing your shorts or not? Hotboy p.s. Have you got a woolly jumper? I think not! You should have a proper winter like we had. It would toughen you up so it would!
Albert? One year the goosegogs were sweet. I think it only happened once. Not like grapes but sweet. Hotboy
Your winter is nothing to you Viking types. It's infinitely harder for us mediterranean folk, suffering temperatures as low as 10 degrees, sometimes even into single figures. We have to wear four woolly jumpers at a time.
And don't get me started about pantaclavas.
Albert? We arrived in Australia during the winter and I thought it was really cold though it wasn't. But I didn't expect it to be cold at all. And the doors had all been taken off since it kept the place cooler in summer. Ridiculous climate! Hotboy p.s. Of course, the half naked women all over the shop during the summer is a compensation.
Now you're getting the hang of the balancing up.
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