I wonder why the snowdrops growing on the banks are in such thick clumps, while those in my carefully tended garden seem reluctant to multiply.
On our return, I admired this polyanthus beside our front door.
And then the estate agent phoned to say that a couple had put in an offer for my mother's flat, on the market since March. It's not a very good offer compared to the valuation, but the market is very slow and she would really like to sell it. Please keep your fingers crossed, bloggy friends, that it all goes through; though as my brother replied when I emailed him this news, "Ti si rhater dfifclut ot tpye wtih ym fniergs corsesd."