Waiting for Spring is painfully horrible. Every day leaving the flat in an optimistic cardigan, and scurrying home again huddled against the wind. Spending money I most certainly do not have on bright clothes to stare wistfully at and try on again and again in the warmth of my room. The urge to spring-clean has come upon me and I have organised my wardrobe and cleaned the sink (a big feat), and put unwanted, dark, wintry clothes on eBay (sneaky selling). This pre-spring misery has made me extremely unproductive; not writing or doing much at all. I don't even want to cook, which must be serious.
For now, occasional bunches of daffodils shoved in pint mugs to brighten the room, and the wonderful, sunshine taste of nectarines will have to do.
For now, occasional bunches of daffodils shoved in pint mugs to brighten the room, and the wonderful, sunshine taste of nectarines will have to do.
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