Plague 107 Spring

 So Spring is officially sprung ,glorious sunshine  and a wind thats colder than a witches tit as my Gran would say , plus horizontal April showers . Theres something about an English Spring its all flowers and whatever clothes you put on you get the wrong ones . Ive 4 Tomato seedlings sprung to life that i have to manage to get enough light to which without windowsills is always fun , plus the cat loves bowling plant pots Arrrrrggghhh.     Mr BH is still snoring in the distance which is unusual for him , i would imagine the clock changing has scuppered his usual morning shouting for me, so while im sat here tapping my foot I thought id do the Daily Mail online because i have to speak to my mother later and its useful to see what tripe shes going to throw at me .                                                                                                                      It would seem Boris is looking forward to a pint and a haircut , we could wish. Bless hes one of the lads isnt he ? theres an article about his affair  with Jennifer Arcuri and what a stud he is . Dear god in heaven what would any women see in that blustering blob , apparently they had so much in common mentally?  worrying statement of the year so far ?                                                                                                      Theres more Muslim hatred over the Batley teacher showing a Mohammed cartoon to the kids , I would just like to point out that those protesting are neither immigrants or illegals as my mother will doubtless go off on her send them all back rant . Most of those involved are 2nd or third generation English and may be more conservative in their views than most .  There are Christian minorities that have equally extreme views in this country and pretending that their arent doesnt help the issue .                                                     A whole section of Meghan hate , how they manage to spew out so much bile about her beggers belief . Piers Morgan getting his usual hate filled pennyworth in . Never has a man scorned been so sour                Im sure my mother will be ranting about not being able to go on a proper holiday despite never having been abroad because its full of foreigners or going anywhere because it was a waste of money . Her idea of a proper holiday was a week in a Torquay hotel that resembled Faulty Towers back in the 70s , that and a couple of trips to Butlitz Filey and Prestatyn were the big events of my childhood and im still scarred by them . The voice in the distance is calling ..............................byeee