It's like a gardening 10 plagues from Exodus, this. First the plague early flowers, then the gnats, then you mentioned the wasps. We've had the plague of rain, and the plague of growing grass. Then came the plague of stormy winds and now there is a veritable plague of slugs. My first five crocuses have been chewed to the stem barely after getting up, and my primroses have been shredded.
What next? I suppose a frost plague to upset all us blackcurrant growers.
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31 December 2015 17:45:51
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Reason: Missed capitalisation for proper noun.
Bertie, Itchen Valley.
Definition of disappointment: brown birch bolete