nearly April

Srping is definitely springing. There are daffodils everywhere, including my garden, even though I'd swear I regularly rootle through the ground and remove all the bulbs I find, as every year at some point in May I decide I don't want daffodils any more. (A mistake.) There are hyacinths, too, and a few small yellow daisy-like flowers which I may possibly have planted, or which may be weeds. But they are cheerful, and I'm lazy, so I expect they get to stay. The magnolia is covered in buds. And the aquilegias are bushing up, and the geraniums, everything is starting to grow. Unfortunately this includes weeds.

Much progress has been made in bathroom, there are smart white tiles on one wall, and no ugly beige ones on the other, and an installed loo (*much* cursing and grunting!). Also, mysterious but necessary things have been done in loft. Plumbers are now gone for the weekend.

And I had a phone call this morning reminding me that I'm doing a craft demo/practical for a ladies' group next Monday evening. Oops. Had forgotten. But there is bound to be sufficient material, in the chaos that is my conservatory, to enable me to do something interesting.