Hope

Clocks went forward  last night (a few wags on Twitter suggesting they should have gone forward 2 months not just an hour!) and of course despite most clocks around the place nowadays moving themselves automatically to the right time I still spend a lot of the day wondering what time it is really. 
Started on a task I really didn't want to do and faffed about for an hour or so on it, then called V to see what she thought, then gave up and went for a walk as it seemed quite bright. According to my fitness tracker it was a less strenuous walk than yesterday although I was out for about the same time - I decided to walk through the Meadows and then back home via the Bruntsfield and Marchmont streets, looking for a blip. Decided to capture the various rainbows that cooped-up children have displayed in their windows. Bumped into a couple of people from work and had a bit of a chat at a distance with them both, then home and back to the unloved task and eventually did enough to stop work on it...very frustrating
Big pile of ironing then an evening of relaxation. News that we may have another 13 weeks of this is very depressing....