I LOVE SUNFLOWERS

Feast your eye's upon this picture. I've made it as large as possible for you all so you can drink in it's warmth and colour and bask in the ambiance of the South of France. Listen carefully and you can faintly hear the low hum of the bee's hovering over the flowers as far as the eye can see. Overhead the clear blue sky looks promising for a line full of washing. Ooops sorry to bring you crashing down to earth there but I am a 'forty something workhorse' remember ? I changed it from 'yummy mummy' after I was threatened with the advertising standards authority but my gorgeous pictures are genuine.

I love sunflowers, they seem to radiate happiness, vitality and exude a carefree air somehow.

You know something though ? have you ever crept alongside a field where they are ready to be harvested ? their heads hang forlorn, shrivelled up brown and dry they whisper menacingly and rustle in an agitated fashion. Thousands upon thousands of them surrounding you.

Picture the scene out of that wonderful book by John Wyndham, The Day of the Triffids, a chilling tale of ecological apocalypse a classic post war 'science fantasy'. Walk through them at your peril ........