Tra-la-la - "Spring is sprung, the grass is riz" and I am skipping around like a wet and weedy gurly wot sa "hullo clouds, hullo sky" in true Fotherington-Thomas fashion*
Spring this year has, so far, been fabulous, in fact I think it's safe to say that that last three seasons have been really well demarcated and absolutely doing what they should do in a manner not seen since, ooh, I last saw my waist I reckon. It's been warm, sunny and dry which, I hope, bodes well for a good summer (last year's was truly pants). So I've been going menkle with my new camera and taking pictures of spring flowers:
*Basil Fotherington-Thomas, student of St Custards. He is unloved by Nigel Molesworth, our valiant schoolboy hero of books by Geoffrey Willans and Ronald Searle.
Sexy, glamorous, slim. Inclined to exaggerate. All my own hair and most of my own teeth. Able to break equipment in a single bound. Not shy of a bottle of wine or three. Am happily married to The Lovely Husband (TLH) and was owned by two cats called Sylvester Bean (who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on 27 December 2013) and Pepper Bean (who went over first on 2 November 2010). UPDATE: As of November 2014, we became the new minions of Puffle Segar and Maggie Segar who voluntarily moved out of their original home (due to the introduction of unrelated kittens) so we took them in. After saying we didn't want any more cats. Like you do. They obviously sensed there was a cat vacuum in our house and moved in to fill it, furry little buggers.
I wish I was better at everything I do.