The weathers perked up meaning a day of gardening for me today. So it’s out with the lawnmower, my spade, trowel, Jeremy Clarkson lawn aerator and my dad’s chordless hedge trimmer……. All I need now is a garden and I’d be sorted!

By the way, that last sentence was a tongue in cheek comment that manifested from voices deep in a portal of my mind; I actually do have a garden.

Oh, and I should really look at returning my dad’s chordless hedge trimmer as well, I’ve had it two years now…… Perhaps he’ll think twice next time he chooses not to return my Alvin & The Chipmunks cd!

These voices in my head appear fairly infrequently and their input is of variable usefulness. Some of them are helpful suggestions like gags about horticulture, although the jury’s out if the one above was worth repeating. Others, such as those giving…