It is a beautiful day.
My snowdrops are out, the daffodils are tentatively pushing their green tips through the warming soil. Spring is in the air.
I've been for a walk, and am soon going to lie on the sofa with a pot of coffee, a plate of bacon butties, and read all the Sunday papers. All the while listening to all the birds on the nature reserve go mad, and hoping bird flu hasn't crossed the Channel yet.
Bliss.