Is it wishful thinking or am I right in detecting signs that spring is on the way?
On Thursday as I went about my peregrinations, I found myself removing my scarf as I was uncomfortably warm with it on.
On Friday, two dark red spots appeared on the wall and floor in the bathroom and on closer inspection turned out to be a pair of those dastardly foreign invaders, Harlequin ladybirds.
I took them outside and introduced them to Islington. The rest is up to them…
Today was laundry day and so we hauled our suitcase and shopping trolley to the launderette in Marchmont Street. We had breakfast in a nearby cafe while our smalls and not so smalls were spinning in the machines and – guess what – we actually sat outside on the cafe’s small terrace!
Looking across the road, however, I saw the unmistakeable clincher. Yes! They are playing tennis in Cartwright Gardens!
It must be spring!