..I blame it on the sunshine.
Before I could stop myself I had spring-cleaned two cupboards, polished the furniture, changed the bedlinen, baked a huge batch of bread loaves and rolls, and made an enormous vat of soup. I was working through the ironing when I came to my senses... I decided I must find an antidote...
I needed fresh air, lots of fresh air.
Snowdrops are everywhere and the primroses look as though they will be showing soon.
|One tiny aconite.|
|But Mummy, I thought I was your little snowdrop!|
|Little Red Hen being unusually sociable.|
After a few circuits of the wood and a little photography I began to feel much more my old self