The garden is full of spring flowers – and now the house is too. I picked some hyacinths which were falling over in their pot outside. Then I picked some forsythia, ‘snowball’ blossoms, grape hyacinths, little irises, and forget-me-nots for the kitchen window sill. I knew Mum would enjoy them as she made her breakfast.

Mum was given flowers at church on Sunday morning – “celebrating the senses through which we engage with Creation”.

And on the front porch this morning I found a gift of flowers from the marvellous woman who managed the bathroom renovation. I think she’s the one who deserves the flowers. Perhaps it’s an apology for the last-minute delays? The tiler finishes tomorrow (fingers crossed).