Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
That's It Then
Bloody bugger. Spring's here. So that's it then.
All that delicious abdication of responsibility for the outdoors that goes hand in hand with winter is finished.
Those 11 acres* will need sorting, ploughing, harrowing, seeding, planting, cutting, taking care of....oh my God I think I need a drink.
* Outrageous overstatement. I only have to till and tend one acre. The other ten can sod off.