Self portrait

Last night two or three of the day lily buds were almost humming and I knew they would burst open at the first touch of sun this morning. This is the first this year, nine days later than last year.

The streets are a lot more subdued after this evening's match than after Wednesday's but I did go out to check that the little local Italian restaurant was OK. Most of the sad people consoling each other in the streets were of the sort Tebbit would have assumed would fail his test. I think I was the biggest failure. Does that entitle me to a passport to elsewhere?