Spring flowers

The morning: housework and laundry. Then grappling with the accounts. H came in the afternoon which was a welcome distraction. We talked family and travel and rugby. I ate too much chocolate cake. I finished the work I was doing, had fish retrieved from the garage freezer and watched mindless TV. 

Outside it was still cold and frosty, though a thaw is promised and the BBC's own goal debacle trundles on.