So I admit it, laziness has once again come to riatown, and it’s brought its friend procrastination for a visit too. The drizzle, and the smell of a Pork joint roasting away nicely in the oven, has made it utterly impossible to think of gardening this evening.

I can almost here the hardcore amongst you screaming at me to pick up my shovel and stop being such a pansy.

What if I bought some pansies? Would that suffice?

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