Can it really get any colder for April? Sharp east winds by day,sharp frosts by night, central heating full on. Maybe my blood is getting thin. Whatever the reason, it is jolly cold in spite of a bright sun shining directly into the sitting room window.
Strangely enough everything in the garden progresses as it normally does. The daffodils are fading just in time for the tulips to come out and the perennials I planted last year grow daily and will soon fill in the spaces of soil at the rate they are going.
After a busy, useful week I had intended to do all kind of jobs today but somehow have never really got going. Friend H came round for coffee this morning. After she had gone I cooked myself some lunch, read The Guardian (why do I take it instead of my usual Times on a Saturday - I really must change it - there is nothing like the content in it). The only thing I have done since then is to walk Tess again and to wash and peg on the line two cashmere jumpers which are now flapping nicely in the wind.
There is an excellent series on the television at present about Italy so I am looking forward to that tonight. I have watched the ones on Naples and Venice. Tonight's is on Florence so I am sure I shall enjoy that too.