March is always a difficult month for me. We’re in the final grasp of winter and everything’s still barren and bare.
I long to get out and tidy the garden, cut the grass and water the plants.
I love April when you see leaves on trees start to grow. Saying that, this winter has been pretty drama-free, hasn’t it?
There’s been no snow and dry, calm days for the past three months.
I so hope for a classic British summer. Can we have another 1984 please? With the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, the Olympics and my wedding, I want non-stop sunshine.
I’ll happily disconnect the hosepipe. In fact, I’ll be happy to draw water from a pavement stopcock a la 1976!