. . . . . but will it go out like a lamb? March, that is. As I sit here at my computer looking out through the window all I see is winter, not spring. It's cold, wet, grey and depressing.
I wondered what the folk weather forecasters among you might be prediciting for the summer? Are we in for a long hot one, a wet one, a cold one, snow in July, perhaps? What's your seaweed saying to you currently?
All I know is that today it's too cold to get my kit off and I'm too mean to put the central heating on, so, for once, it's thankgoodness for clothes!
Thoughts on a postcard, please, to the usual address!
Hugs
Mother