Not Marigolds of Spring

March has been confusing; as well as the eventual departure of Son, Brown Dog on a restricted diet as vet thinks she has an unknown allergy and Wife has been ill.
However, the worst thing (I have tried to avoid mentioning this before as a bit of a third world problem) is that the dishwasher has been broken most of the month. Four visits from the engineer have still failed to rectify the problem though he promises that the next part he has ordered will be the one.
I have spent too much time dishwashing-probably accounting for my mood.