I got to bed late last night, but Lorraine and I up with a sense of purpose despite being robbed of an hour as the clocks had sprung forwards. Working together we painted some walls snowy white in the garden for a couple of hours. Certain insects attracted by the white, which was a bit sad.
Gave us a sense of achievement. Mother's day so I called Mum, and was disappointed her card hadn't arrived despite being posted in good time. I shall zoom up to see her next week. Lorraine calling Maureen. Beth, sounding a good deal better, calling Lorraine.
The Tobster sending her a message just as he and Romy were jetting off to Mexico. Otherwise not too much to report. Looking forward to picking up the threads of my own stuff tomorrow.