Spring

This week has seen a real spring in my step to mark the liberation of finally being able to go out unbundled in a padded winter jacket for the first time since the beginning of November.

Everybody feels much more cheerful, though even the less house-proud among us are realising that there is work to be done as the sun shows up the motes on our sideboards & windows.

Perhaps that is what explains why the buses have been surprisingly uncrowded all this week, not full of pensioners with passes. Perhaps they are at home doing the spring cleaning, or maybe they are just content to spend time in the garden, not driven to the undercover facilities of town or city as the only relief from the stir craziness induced by being stuck inside day after day.

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