No like 2012

At a firm conclusion that 2012 is not going to be our year. According to the pagan calendar the start of the year is November and frankly since then it has slowly trundled it's way downhill.

It was the spring equinox yesterday so I am hoping this marks a turning in fortunes.

It's not all bad, I have an awful lot to be thankful and grateful for and I am clinging to it all at the moment.

On Saturday a great deal of milk got spilt in the porch and it chuffing smells. We have bleach, washing up liquid and lemons on the go and it is not dissipating. The flooring in the porch is that rough straw stuff so it's impossible to scrub.

As the old adage says 'there is no use crying over spilt milk' .