Cold.

Even the bright yellow of the first daffodils failed to make the garden look spring-like today. We didn't have any rain or snow but a bitter wind blew all day under the grey sky.

While Peter went off to race at Appledore, I stayed home and got on with some housework. My plan was to do some ironing but as the duvet cover is so big first I needed to hoover the sitting room. There was no point in just doing the sitting room so I carried on and hoovered the whole of the downstairs. I don't mind hoovering but then I see all the woodwork etc that could do with a wipe-over. Somehow I managed to resist because once that was done no doubt something else would have needed doing and before you know it I would have turned into a ....... housewife. Bah, I'm not married to our house and life is too short for constant cleaning.