Every year

Every year I like to put (didn't say arrange!) daffodils into this jug bought in Provence. It is something that sort of belongs to this time of year. And it actually felt like spring today - sunshine and blue skies, flowers opening and birds singing. 

And it's that big day for us book obsessives - the announcement of the Women's Prize for Fiction Longlist - at 6pm . . . I am waiting.