The whole street as woken from the winter slumber. My neighbours are coming out of their front doors, blinking in the sunlight. There is washing flapping in every garden, the bloke next door is hoovering his car, the first lawn mowers are being fired up, windows are open and even I have been working in the garden.
Whisper it quietly, but spring may have sprung.
Whisper it quietly, but spring may have sprung.