VESTS OFF!

In these Northern climes, the May is out at last, though if you want the Professor to surrender his simmet, you might have to wait for midsummer.

Paper work in the morning, lunch at the sunny seaside with a pal and a planting out of parsley and a hoeing of a bed or two in the evening. Normally at this time of year I am in the garden around 5.30 and linger there till dusk, but the energy level is still low since my trip and May is slipping through my fingers like good red wine being poured down the drain...