"I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex."

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Date: 21 February 2003 12:13:00

says Oscar Wilde. Very well, then. I'm taking the afternoon off. I live in London, you see, and the weather here is absolutely marvellous. So I'm going to join my very wonderful grandmother, Sylvia, in the garden. She's teaching me how to do the gardening thing which I've avoided for the last twenty three years. But no more! I have seen the error of my ways! I've also seen the tan that gardeners get and I want one! Okay, so my reasons aren't strictly virtuous in the manner of Alan Titchmarsh or grannies the world over. But what's a good reason if not for self-enhancement (even if it's on one's tan).

I also realise that it's only February. "This is England!" you may cry, "The land the tan forgot!".
Ah- you are young, but you will learn. You see, February leads to Spring. Spring leads to Summer. And Summer Leads To Tan.