Spring

It's 7:30 am and it is light already. The baby daffodils are out, as are snowdrops, crocuses, and red and violet primroses. It is officially spring, folks!
R is off for his annual ice-climbing holiday tonight - a week with the lads in Scotland going for steep, slippy walks armed with ice axes and scary metal teeth on his boots. So I've got a week to myself. Not that I see much of him in the week, poor lad, he arrived home at 8 o'clock last night. But the weekend - well, I'll miss him. But it's an opportunity to catch up on all the things I should have done this week.