Wowsers it's parky.

It's astonishingly chilly today and my nose is dripping onto my electric secateurs as I prune. (oh so attractive, I can hear the voice of my Grandmother saying "oh heavens Cesca can't you write about something nice!").

Poor Granny died this week, after a lengthy decline, culminating in a brief recovery followed by a bust-hip and surgery. I think for most of us it's a relief that she's no longer suffering, and I for one have lovely memories of the good times we spent together recently. Altogether now....

"I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity, With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity....."

So today, I stand in the icy-sunshine and remember her.