Can't wait...
I wasn't going to do a blog today. But then I remembered. I'm off to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show again tomorrow night, and between the eye make-up and the fishnets, I probably won't have time to write anything. So here I am. What a stunning day it's been. I've made the most of the weather by planting lots of weird and wonderful little brown nuggets which claim to bloom into something spectacular come the summer. As you know, I am not blessed with the greenest of fingers, working on the premise that if a plant survives a year, then it's allowed to stay. I've had these bulbs for some time now, and had been waiting till the frosts were over before I planted them. That is what it said on the bag, and who am I to argue with Mr Unwin (purveyor of fine seeds and bulbs). However, my best friend Mrs S, who is to gardening what Rick Stein is to the humble pollock, pooh-poohed my fears of planting too early. 'They'll be fine', she