Okay, so a lot in life is currently awry if not completely cactus, but every time I go out into the back yard, the smell of the jasmine all down the side fence wafts over to me in sweet little gusts.
The whole back yard smells like flowers.
And there are other less heady but equally climby and spilly things further down the back.
Given that one of the things getting me down is the treacherous weather, reverting to grey and wet and windy and freezing after that glorious brief breath of spring, it's hard to believe that half an hour ago when I took these photos, the sky looked like this.
Long live the work of PD James, crime fiction pioneer - PD James died on November 27, aged 94. Henning Kaiser/EPA The news of P D James’s passing has inevitably prompted me to consider the Queen of Crime and wha...
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