– The nights are getting shorter.
– The dawn chorus has been switched on.
– The days are getting longer.
– Spring is in the air.
– The snowdrops are out.
– I might have to turn the electric blanket off soon.
– I hate to do that.
– Me too.
– And we’ll be expected to peel off the thermal underwear and wash it.
– That’s a really bad one, because they’ll want us to have a bath, too.
– God, the stress!
– I suppose the salads will be the next thing.
– God, I loathe the salad days.
– Kill me now.
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Martin Stannard
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