...the banks all green with celery, the endive rejoicing in a rivulet; the cucumber snaking amidst the grass and swelling to greatness... (Virgil's Georgics IV:120, trans. C. Day Lewis)
Sunday, 18 July 2010
The Shed
I took Greg down the allotment to see if I could persuade him to help me mend the shed. He took one look at it and laughed, and like all the other men so far who I've asked, said I'd be better off buying a new one. I intend to prove them all wrong, and shall damn well fix it myself.
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