Well, there’s no gardening getting done at the moment. The weather, though sunny, is very cold with a wicked wind and Peter is on the settee suffering from a heavy cold. He’s had it ages and can’t seem to shake it. I keep waiting to get it myself. Sods law being what it is I expect I’ll have it for Xmas. I tried going for a walk and a potter about this afternoon, but my heart’s not in it, so my thoughts turned to less physical and much warmer pursuits.