EASTER is upon us already. How the year has flown.
I can state for a fact that my neighbour will come out of hibernation to plant his annual crop of potatoes on Good Friday. He does so every year whether the day dawns early or late.
And weather being fit I guarantee that the air will be thick with the buzzing of the first lawn mowers of the season, the screeching of drills and hedge trimmers and the banging of hammers as the gardening and DIY season gets into full throttle.
I beat the pre-holiday rush to the temple of gadgets to buy some paint and ended up buying a bargain hammock instead -- but I'm not banking on much relaxation.
Oh for the return of the days when no-one could be bothered and everyone dashed off to Rivvy or the seaside on jam-free roads leaving the stay at homers in peace.
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