It has been a disappointing week so far. The work has been fine, no complaints there. I am quite well, no extra aches and pains or sniffles. Spring has finally arrived, officially anyway. Gardens are mobilised ready for action, each day another plant primed.
But don’t tell me, after deluge and gale aplenty, that there will be fine weather when you can’t honour your promise. Murk and drizzle and gloom is no compromise. So disappointing.