Because last weekend
I smelled the first lilac.
Picked cowslips in the garden.
Saw my neighbour venture out in a bikini.
(And even I managed to inflict a bit of sun damage to my nose.)
I picked branches of apple blossom on the beach
And watched busy people springcleaning their beach-huts.
And I laughed when I saw two seagulls - how shall I put this delicately? - making raucous love on another neighbour's chimney.
This is a big improvement on last year when they dive-bombed us as we scurried down the street. (They're so big and scary that I used to skulk past under my umbrella.)
And just as I was thinking what a shame it was that I couldn't take the week off ...
The sky went black and the wind whipped up and suddenly the rain was lashing down.