It is March already. I thought the weather was improving, but it seems very changeable. I suppose it is as much as you can expect.
I should be grateful that the tempestuous gales of a few weeks ago have not returned. The garden fence is still in tatters. My neighbour has suggested repairing it himself, which may be a great mistake: I gave up trying to do these things a long time ago. You start off with the best intentions, but then things inexplicably turn against you, and fall over when you're not looking. I think it is something to do with entropy: the fence wants to return to the state of maximum disorder it is currently enjoying. It is cruel to confine it to a single, invariant, upright position: it is defying nature.
Having said that, it would be nice to get the fence fixed, as frankly it looks a mess and could disappear completely the next time there is a southerly gust. The cat wanders unhindered into the neighbour's garden, which makes you wonder what creatures of the night might wander into mine when I'm not looking. Certainly Cat is inept at guarding her own territory, which smacks a little of ingratitude, given how much care and attention I lavish upon her: protecting my garden from marauding strays would seem the minimum she could do. But there is no reasoning with her.
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