Daffodils do it for me. When I see them waving at me in their sunny yellow splendidness I never fail to smile.
That and the fact they were always my dear old Nan's favourite flowers always washes away my winter blues
Snowdrops for me .... and they pop out even earlier
Ooh - and daft things like going for a walk at 4am and hearing the songbirds singing their little bollo* off. How can a 2 inch scrap of bone and skin make so much sound - and be so joyful with it. At THAT time in the morning!
Don't whatever you do turn that gas fire on.The paint work will bubble.And i want to know how Uncle Mort knows your belt is slack.I know you have lost weight.But thats a bit cheeky.
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