And another winter goes whizzing by while I was cooking soup and looking for my glasses and fixing the storm door. I’m always amazed when I send off the tax returns and realize it’s spring. (Did you know some people use trees blossoming and nature stuff to tell the changing of the seasons? How about that?)
It hasn’t all been home domesticity and writing time: we also have been to visit Nicola’s family. I hadn’t been to the north of England in February before. It’s cold. A long trip, made longer and more unpleasant on the way home by British Midland Airlines, who will never ever ever get my business again, or yours if I can possibly persuade you.
But it’s well past time to get settled into the virtual pub and catch up on all the news. If you’re interested in chatting, get in touch.
And in the meantime, have fun with this. I certainly did (thanks, Mom).
Cheers from she who will now be known among you as Sister Boot Knife of Enlightenment.