It has been miserable here and damp. The good side to that is that I don't have to go out and water the trees. Father did a lot in the garden on Wednesday so I have to keep things watered. The lovely, expensive sewing shears that I had been saving for years got taken out and used in the garden. I was unimpressed but at the moment I don't need fancy shears. I plan to use a tip that I have seen on tv and cut aluminium foil with them to sharpen them, and then hide them very carefully.
I did get a picture of a very old looking tree with very young looking blossom on. It really cheered me up. I love spring blossoms, they really give me a lift.
I did get a huge waft of blossom scent on the way to picking up bear. I wish it had made me uplifted. Instead it reminded me of the scent of the dratted Amaretto that father pushed on my at Christmas. He bought me a bottle of Buck's Fizz last weekend at £2.99 for a large bottle. I am not expecting it to be the most wonderful stuff ever drunk. I am however, going to have to drink it tonight. Father is getting very upset that it has been sitting in the drinks cabinet for five days and I haven't necked it. Having father live with us is very good for the soul but it is rotten for my liver.