From the Policies

At 07.10hrs (on a Sunday!) there was a mere zephyr and a tranquil cobalt sea..  We planned initially to go round our local circuit, but, whilst I was popping my soldiers in, the wind gradually rose, the skies transmogrified into Met Office issue grey.   This therefore led to repairs to the trellis and compost bins.  CMC transplanted things in the borders.  Then work inside the crub, as directed by the Head Gardener, sheltered from the heavy rain.   Whilst she was operating me with her left foot, CMC also had time to cook an incredible repast.  Her sister is coming round for a meal.  She should move in.  A text from Bernard – out of the blue.  It said ‘Hello, this is Bernard’.  I think he’s having comms trouble.