Success

Some years ago my teen-aged gardener planted a bag full of daffodil bulbs. Sadly he buried them rather deep and they have only ever come up blind until now. This photograph is of one of the very few daffs flowering in my garden.

Because of my unexpected lunch yesterday I am going to enjoy a traditional Monday roast shortly. Chicken, a few veg and Yorkies and, perhaps, a glass of Soave. All that'll be missing is "Songs of Praise".