Velvet Spring…

It has been a long and winding week. I took it in to my head to move some furniture around and damaged my back so very badly I had to have my Mum and Dad fetching and carrying for me. I do so like being their 42 year old baby occasionally…
In the meantime the dog ate another laptop charger and the internet was off limits. Finley was on half term and had one hundred and eighty three social events going on. Mark brought the baby over for the first time and I kissed the top of his little head and felt just fine about it. We made pancakes with Kath and Eleanor. I stayed in another hotel. This one to die for.  I spent far too many minutes trotting up and down my slippery decking because some naughty person keeps opening my back garden gate. (Possibly in the hope that my noisy puppy will do a runner). And spring arrived. Oh yes it did…
Just this morning I opened my eyes to a lemon yellow day. I took Finn to school, walked the dog around a pink blossom park, forgot to buy mushrooms for tonight’s chilli and bought a new laptop charger because a person must take action where action is required or else the whole world comes to a grinding halt. I have enjoyed an elevenses of white tea and a teeny tiny ice bun, fried many an onion for the freezer, changed the beds, and had a lovely chat with a woman I had lost touch with.
The whole world seems smiley. There are daffodils on the mantelpiece. Nodding their yellow heads whenever I walk past them. The kitchen smells of a new batch of lavender scented surface cleaner I have just mixed up and there is a row of towels flapping in the breeze. Though the windows look filthy and will have to be attacked with gusto and a microfibre cloth, in my eternally smiley state I even feel a little excited about that today, which can’t be right because surely the first sign of madness is looking forward to washing your windows?
But the pain in my back has eased, Etsy has announced that they will be able to take responsibility for paying the new EU Vat charges so that means life can go back to relative normality here on Brocantehome and Marks and Spencer’s are stocking their Easter biscuits again which always delights me, so even I, queen of all things worth moaning about, cannot find a single thing to jiggle my cheeks about…
Spring has sprung and hope, as always springs eternal.