bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Following Georgie's recent trip out here when she spent hours in the garden digging, weeding and planting, she's asked for a few snaps of any plant thingys that may have survived the last couple of nights' frosts. Well, it all looks fine to moi and I don't reckon there's been any casualties. In fact, everything seems to be progressing rather well. Haven't checked the wild honeysuckle sapling that we nicked from the local woods and planted (er, Georgie planted) at the foot of the apple tree, but will do so when I do a spot of watering ce soir.
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.