Ivy

Ah Ivy. Time was when I was in love with a girl called Ivy. A pretty face and a teasing smile. Best of all golden ringlets falling on her shoulders.

It never came to anything. But then we were both ten years old.

I do recall that we were close competitors for the highest marks in the mock 11+ exam. Modesty prevents me from telling who won but our teacher called it a tie.

So Ivy P*w**l , if you are a blipper do get in touch so we can share some nostalgia about W****l** Primary School.

On a more serious note, Ivy is immensely valuable for insects at this time of year. So if you need to clear some please wait until the flowers are over.