The early bird catches the worm

It happens twice a year and yet always I seem to be baffled by the clocks. Often I am puzzled by if they have gone forwards or back, now I remember 'spring forward'. I was realising that I don't actually know if British summer time always falls at the same weekend each year? It's happened a few times the weekend after my birthday, the lost hour has been sourly felt on a few occasions, but I don't know if that's coincidental. It also doesn't help that modern technology tricks the mind by cleverly readjusting the time, automatically! I think the only clock which has the correct time in a house full of clocks- is this computer!

Yesterday was a whirl of emotions- Stu and I both tired had a ridiculous argument that I won't go into much detail but involved a ham sandwich as a catalyst. I was royally pissed off and went to bed for a bit in the afternoon to calm down.

Last night I went for dinner and extended celebrations at Jenny's. It was entirely everything I needed. My happiness levels had risen again within about half an hour and spending time with Jenny and my sister put the day in perspective. Charlotte is brilliant, her view on life and love never minces a word and both Jenny and her have my admiration and respect for their strength and honesty so I was in excellent hands. I also got to do a treasure hunt involving coconut mushrooms to find my present- the trail led all the upstairs to an original, amazing ink drawing of an anarchy inspired owl, which I love! J and I had been to the Settle down cafe with fingal on a few occasions, notably when we went to get Fingal his first haircut, :) I had always admired this particular artists work- so much so that I visualised the owl on the chimney breast of Stu's perspective house. I also got a beautiful card from Charlotte and co where Joseph had done some art which looked spookily like it to was anarchy inspired- amongst the big A were lots of hearts and a wolverine claw! I lay in bed for a while last night trying to suss out the owl's name. Char thought Headwick, from Harry Potter, Ja-izwick sprung to mind as did Archy. Think I'll have to get better acquainted till I can make a final decision. I also got bubbles, we got through a fair amount of champagne and peach Bellini with raspberries. A brilliant and well needed mix of letting off steam, funny antidotes and setting our lives to rights.

Lots of pink cherry blossom is popping up, love been born at this time of year! Heart souring teeny tiny baby lambs speckle the landscape and the living world is singing out with colour.

I am an early bird, but recognise I'm still tired from feeling frayed around the edges- so a book in bed, with a second cup of tea, followed by a walk in the sunshine is my start to the day.