I t’shalfway through March, and thankfully I’m feeling a lot more positive than I was this time last month. My apologies for that gloomy diary post, and thank you for the kindness that I’ve received in messages from readers of these ramblings.
I’m coming out of the darkness now, both metaphorically and literally. We’ve had ice, snow and rain recently, but now there is a welcome mildness in the air that I haven’t felt for a good while. Daffodils in the garden have burst their buds, and the evenings are drawing out apace. It won’t be long until the trees turn green again, and the very thought of it excites me.
It’s Mothering Sunday and the first without my wonderful mother. Her funeral was just four days ago, at the crematorium in Bedford. I couldn’t face the journey, so I sat on my bed and watched online. It was a quiet affair, just my brother and sister, and the minister and
