It is so cold outside. It is one of those lovely days I always remember from my childhood, where the sun is shining and everything is frosty, where winter was always like this, unless of course it was snowing, which it did every year without fail, deep enough to sledge in, and it normally lasted for months, at least that's what my memory tells me. Josef has been outside smashing up bits of ice with a trowel and generally having a lovely time in our little garden. On saturday, we moved all my important plants over to one side so he and our dog can run around, kicking and throwing things to their hearts content, but now I find that the rockery, where I have put everything, has turned into the best part of the garden and Josef has spent most of his time there, climbing over rocks and hitting things with sticks. I don't think I am ever going to win this battle!