'Miss' said George at school yesterday 'We shouldn't be in school today.' 'And why is that?' I enquired.
Fifteen year old George is Buddhist and you never know what answer you might be about to get.
'Well, it's not a real day is it? So we shouldn't be here.' Wise words.
Despite it being an illusory day, or maybe because of it, there was more than a hint of Spring in the air. Birds singing, sun trying really hard to make an appearance, crocus wide open.
I find myself yearning for a bit of colour, having been quite content for the past few months to wear dowdy garb and mooch about in an underworld half-light.
To this end I have ordered myself a new handbag, in (one of) this season's must-have colours. It is bright...
I also had my hair cut the other night. My stylist was scissor-happy and really went for it. I'm not entirely happy with the crop, but neither am I unhappy. It's just shorter than I usually do.
I suspect she was labouring under some sort of mental anguish at the time, she was certainly deluded. I knew this when she said, with gusto, 'You've lost a load more weight!'
