The only two snow drops in the garden at the bottom of the stair.
I felt a bit silly taking this as I'm not sure who's eyes , if any, were on me.

I can't look at these flowers any more and not think of this book.

Snow drops - the bodies that float up into the light in the thaw. Drunks, most of them, and homeless people who just give up and lie down into the whiteness, and murder victims hidden in the drifts by their killers.

Away to try and attempt some domesticity before heading out to babysit. A change of night , 1 day earlier. I 'll think tonight is Thursday:(

My cold is still pretty rife. Lemsips, Lockets and paracetamols are on the go.