Springtime

One of the things that makes me hugely happy at this time of year (yes, hugely, really) is the re-emergence of the spring bulbs in general but more particularly my little collection of erythroniums. Look! They’re coming. 
A lazy start to the day with the papers. Jeepers creepers, as people were wont to say before swearing became obligatory, the Elish Angiolini enquiry shone a light into some utterly grim actions by the Met Police who should never have employed Wayne Couzens, the murderer of Sarah Everard in the first place. Everyone, needless to say is appalled. Shocked. It should never have happened is the unanimous verdict. 
And a gruesome murder by one Scarlet Blake, who also apparently put a cat in a blender and filmed it. Such vile actions that you’d really think it was the work of a deranged bloke. Back last century that’s exactly what would have been reported. Back in the dark ages.
And finally, on Pensioner’s Crimewatch, what about the Aberfeldy dogwalker who was found dead, but it was only six days after his death that a post-mortem revealed he’d been shot. A bit of forensic magic by Perthshire’s finest there. As one wag remarked, perhaps it was a gun dog?