It felt like wishing my life away to be embracing spring
before I was finished with autumn,
When I still haven't rummaged in the drawer to find last year's gloves.
But how could I resist them
When they only cost £1,
Wrapped in crackly cellophane
And tied with green raffia
By the lady in the new flower shop.
I'm sure they put a spring in my step -
Especially as I'd only popped out for a pint of milk.