It’s almost May and yet the last few days have been plagued by hail showers, flurries of snow and a rather cutting north wind. Typical spring weather for Scotland you may think but it comes hard after a weekend which saw me hauling furniture around in a balmy 16 degrees.
This, of course, adds extra irony to the recent radio adverts by one of our biggest “garden centres” who are touting their range of conservatories and orangeries.
Orangeries, forsooth! Who on earth in east central Scotland grows oranges? Frankly, the closest many Scots get to an orange at all is when they turn up at a rugby match during half-time, by mistake.
I suppose you have to admire the aspirational nature of the sales pitch, but perhaps they are just taking the pith.