Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Springtime
The tail end of January always seems to be a bit of a nonentity for me. Christmas is over, the new year isn't quite so new any more and winter, short days and long nights seem to be stretching endlessly ahead. Until, that is, you spot these ....
As it's not a very good photo, only snapped on my phone camera, perhaps I need to identify it as the first snowdrops - at least chez Jennyta.
Very uplifting, seeing these frail-looking little blossoms braving the cold. Perhaps Spring is not so far round the corner after all.
Let's hope it's not taking the scenic route!
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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