A Mollusc’s Revenge

I’m not a morning person.

Not any more. In the dim and distant past I’d have been up long before dawn, on the first plane out, then sitting waiting for a 9.00 a.m. meeting in Germany or elsewhere. Drumming my fingers on the table if the natives were late.

These days it needs coffee. And plenty of it at that.

So it’s on caffeine power alone that I emerge to do the first garden inspection of the day.


They know this, don’t they.