In a Pickle

Ruddy hell, whit a day. Blowing a hoolie with heavy rain so CMC and myself had to rush out and pull the cover over the poly tunnel. I took in some extra beetroot for the chutney making. Meantime we are under a great waffling quilt of a sky. It's pressed in close to the Flow and it's entertaining a few gannets which have been forced in from the Pentland Firth.

I then went through to Quernstones for a birthday pressie. Whilst there I picked up my Mum (she is on display in the window) and took her to HQ for a meal.

So it's a day for knitting, doing a jigsaw, playing crib, playing with a trainset, listening to John Martyn, dressing up, laughing, smoking and having fun. And ordering in some more whisky. All at the same time.

Roger McGough is 82.