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We've 'ad a good bit of rain lately and Stephen come 'ere yesterday to do a bit of cutting back. That improves the view no end, does that. Them little crocusses are on the way up, and me snail's partial to a bit of crocus. 'Er won't bother, 'er just thinks the birds eat 'em. Them little dwarf irises are coming up lovely.

When 'er goes away on 'oliday you never know what sort of a plant might come back with 'er. Fortunately er's been down south, and 'er reckons plants don't like being moved north, so she don't buy 'em down there. Just as well, I don't know where we'd put anything new. 'Er always turns up and says ' we'll find a home for it somewhere'. Usually means another blooming pot in the garden. But that improves the view an' all, so I won't grumble.


I do apologise, I haven't kept you up to date with The Archers lately. Brian and his stepdaughter Debbie want to build a great big dairy unit. Most of the village is against it including several of Brian's in-laws, so we are in for civil war. Tom is doing his bossy best to revitalise the family business, Neil is being hen-pecked by Susan's sister, and all the women in the village fancy Harry. Is that clear?

I could kill for a coffee.