I'd be wild if I permanently smelled of garlic! You're right though, spring onions are just around the corner!
"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw my dog Being sick on daffodils" Spike Milligan
There once was a soldier called Edsir Mary Pue was only two Through every nook and every cranny the wind blew in on poor old Grannyy Never bathe in Irish stew Unspun socks from a chickens laundry was the first book I bought with my own money. I learnt every poem by heart in there, it's stood me in good stead ever since
How is it that I can't remember what folk told me five minutes ago, but I can remember all the words to "Down the river the swans all glide..."? Spooky.
I used to put my poor short term memory down to the usage of erb I knocked the erb on the head a fair while ago and to be honest my memorys got worse