Having felt a little downcast at the distinct lack of colour in my garden, I asked my husband to buy some Primroses so that I could plant them today in an effort to make the place look a little more Spring-like. He happily obliged, returning from his shopping spree with 30 plants - rather more than I had anticipated - and looking very pleased with my intention to do a little unexpected gardening.
Today, however, having opened the front door - yes, that was as far as I managed to get - and feeling how damn cold it was out there, despite the sun, I decided that the garden's loss would be my gain, and have spent a relaxing day reading in the conservatory, recovering from spending far too many £££s whilst clothes shopping for my daughter yesterday.
She has a sore throat, which I noticed didn't seem to hinder the amount of carrier bags she managed to carry to my car yesterday, before going to meet her friends for the afternoon. Mind you, she doesn't look or sound very well at all, so I'm not sure whether it's a good or bad thing that she starts three weeks work experience working in a pharmacy for Project Trident tomorrow morning.