Today was like springtime in Jarra. Even the breeze was warm. Aha, I thought, I’ll get a few hours at the allotment tomorrow: I’ve to finish off cutting back next-gate’s brambles, (the thorny f*ckers have encroached nearly 6 foot along a whole boundary... that's nearly 900 sq feet! – I’d tolerated them for two years because they yielded masses of raspberries, but they’re starting to have a laugh), and there are some other wee winter jobs to do afore I head for the desert sun. But tonight the heavens have opened, and tomorrow it’ll be like the battle of the Somme down there, (naturally, sans the military stupidity, death and horror) – it’ll be muddy.