SPECIAL DAY

Not because of any political speech, but because it was the first day this year when it was warm enough to have coffee in the garden - a welcome break from some hard work in the veg patch.  

I had my annual Rabbie Burns moment when I emptied one of our compost bins. Mice nest there and I hate disturbing them.  Their frenzied leaping into the air and 'bickering brattle' through the hawthorn hedge makes me feel so cruel.  In this, as all things, context is king.  I feel quite murderous when they invade the kitchen cupboards. 

Later, a trip to Largs for a blether with a pal and, of course, an ice-cream.