Spring is sprung, the grass is riz,
I wonder where dat boidie is,
They say dat boidie’s on the wing.
But dat’s absoid – de wing is on de boid!
Apparently this piece of nonsense is sometimes attributed to Ogden Nash, but is more likely down to that prolific chap, Anon. Mind you, I'm very fond of Nash as well, my favourite of his being
I know two things about a horse
And one of them is rather coarse.
How can you tell he wrote a lot of advertising slogans?
Anyway, it's been a seriously springlike day today, the wind has finally dropped and become milder, the sun is now out, Stuart was mowing the grass by block 3.
Colin delivered our Ocado order at half ten, just as I'd made the mid-morning coffee. Sheila got a wash load done and (eventually) tumbled; looks like the onset of aforesaid Spring has persuaded people of the need to catch up with their washing, it was like a Monday in the laundry today.
We've had a walk round the marina, I've read next month's Canal Boat (a good effort, this month, well done you lot) and we haven't needed the Squirrel yet, though I'm sure we will this evening.
Lastly, thanks to Jo and Greygal for their comments about Travelling Man and Leigh Lawson. Looking him up on IMDB led first to the fact that he'd appeared in an episode of An Unsuitable Job for a Woman, then that that series, based on the PD James books, starred one of my favourite female thesps, Helen Baxendale, acting opposite Annette Crosbie, what's more.
Sadly the only DVD of the series seems to be an horrendously expensive one from the States. On the other hand, there is a box set of the first thing we saw Helen B in, Cardiac Arrest, which was compulsive viewing for all those of us who spent most of our lives trying to make the NHS work despite the efforts of the politicians to get in the way with endless reorganisations.
Ah well, I've escaped to a much better world, thank goodness, and it's Spring, yippee!