Dear Iceland, we said send cash, not ash!

The greenhouse heater has been lit for the last few nights and tonight is forecast a frost which just shows even though days are longer and warmer, Mother Nature comes and throws a low-baller every now and then just to keep us on our toes. I also solved the mystery of a leak in the small fish pond tonight which is fed by a waterfall. The pipe that feeds the top of the waterfall was split underneath and water was dripping away into the earth before it got to the waterfall.

A great weekend in the garden paid some dividends and it's all looking neat if not a little bare of much variety of colour - although there are thousands of shades of green.

I feel sorry, in part, for those who are stranded abroad. Some need to be genuinely home for various reasons and some are struggling with money to keep them in sustenance. I obviously wish them well. The rest however should be laughing into their suntans. Work would never dare sack them for having unauthorised absence - after all - it is a Force Majeure - an Act of God "a natural and unavoidable catastrophe that interrupts the expected course of events."

Sue the Almighty. (No, His name's not Sue - I mean take a civil litigation for goodness sake - don't be picky about my poor English!)

I wanted to do an Icelandic volcano joke, but I thought I'd wait until the dust settles.

Here are a few more that are circulating:

There’s no pleasing the English. The last time they got the Ashes they were over the moon.

Went outside today and got hit by a bag of frozen sausages, a chocolate gateau and some fish fingers. Someone said it's a fallout from Iceland.

What do Cheryl Cole and the Iceland volcano have in common? They both chucked out ash.

Dear Iceland, We said send cash, not ash.

It was the last wish of the Icelandic economy that its ashes were spread all over Europe.

Chat soon

ta-ra!