Friday, 7 April 2017
Here comes the sun, doo, doo, doo, doo, Here comes the sun, And I say, It's alright. . . . in the words of the Beatles song. I'm playing it now as I write this. No complaints at the wall to wall sunshine. More please - the weekend looks to be sunny, so it will be bliss even though we will be inside at the Fleamarket on Sunday.
In between races at Aintree, I got out in the garden today and erected the plastic greenhouse with its brand new birthday-present cover. I hope that one lasts a bit longer than last year's where the ties all rotted in next to no time. I started off some runner beans, courgettes and pink nasturtiums in my little seed stack yesterday. I think they were half cooked in there when I opened it up at lunchtime, so I will have to remember to open it right up earlier tomorrow.
What plans has everyone got for the weekend?