Tomorrow Liz is giving me a lift to London to see a performance of The Master and Margarita an old favourite of mine. Otherwise I am sticking flowers into pots when not filling in forms related to my search for work.
Botanical clarification.
I wrote a poem earlier about wealthy people, probably from London, buying country houses and enjoying this early Spring before city dwellers like me and ended it by mentioning the scent of hawthorn. I had seen some blossom that week end and thought it was hawthorn but decided it must have been blackthorn, as I think that is usually a little earlier, but wrote hawthorn anyway. It seems I was not mistaken and hawthorn is particularly early this year, so I let it stand.
It just goes to show what you can do if you have the money.