"How tickled I am, by George."

"Have you ever been tickled by George missus?"

For, lo these many moons, there has been a "strange erection" at the bottom of the garden, which I referred to as "The glass shed" on account of the fact that it was used for storage rather than growing things.

There were plastic panes, glass panes, holes caused by some careless dog-owner's throwing stick, school kid?s stones etc.etc. Early this year it was "rubbed out", drawn afresh and re-christened ... "The green-house."

BEHOLD the first fruits of my labour.

I might tell you what it tastes like in the next couple of days.