A Bluebell Wood

My Dear Fellow,

It's not really a bluebell wood. It's by the bus stop really. But that doesn't sound anywhere near as nice.

I note it is also my second bluebell picture of the week. But look at them! There's HUNNERDS. They've brought all their mates! "Eff off daffodils!" they say, "It's OUR turn now!"

I don't think I get from horticulture what other people get from horticulture.

Er Indoors is away in London all weekend, she doesn't get back until late tomorrow, so I'm home with the boys watching black and white and foreign films and musicals and horror movies. All the things she doesn't like.

If I could find a film called "Les Chanteuse Vampire Parapluies de Cherbourg" (1934) I would hit the jackpot.

And in a surreal turn of events, right now someone has a duck-call on the street outside my window. They have just gone quacking off into the distance. No, really I'm serious about this. It isn't drugs or anything for once.

Parsones