Snowdrops

We fell for their tricks
The media kept lying
Not long now. Days: 6

The wet winter has delayed the snowdrops, but the larger ones are now in flower; the smaller ones now far behind. It has been another rainy day, and while we pushed on and did the walk around the village thing it was a bit half hearted. Janet panting up the hill and me muttering about how old folk bruise more easily. The purple terror I gained carrying the single bed back upstairs after mum's visit has become more painful as the rainbow shades fade. 

Six days left... I wonder how long before I find a miserable commemorative 50p in my change?