The daffodils and snowdrops lull me into a false sense of security, urging me to forego wearing a coat as I go to pick carrots and celeriac from the garden beds, getting caught in a chilly downpour with two small stubborn dogs who would rather run away from me, sniffing around for no doubt something dreadful whilst I pointlessly try to coax them back t…
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