Signs of Spring

I have returned to the parental home. I am nestled snugly on the bed in which I was born. Although now I come to think of it that is not possible as I distinctly remember that bed was discarded some years ago. Ah me, c'est la vie. So, to revise that sentence: I am nestled snugly on the substitute birthing bed, the one I was born in having been discarded previously. No one else has been born here, so it is probably not correct to refer to it as a birthing bed. But hey, I have had 3 glasses of wine therefore I do not care.

I am here to collect Jeff. He has been sojourning with his grandparents for a few days for his delectation and delight. It has also meant that Tilly has been home for a few days. Today is change over day. Many miles have been covered. Alcohol was therefore required.

I saw CBT bloke this morning. He is pleased with me. This is good. Especially as I did not do any of my previously set homework. He was pleased with the way the meeting of last week went. He was pleased with my walking. Pleased with my honesty. All in all, pleased generally. I like that he was pleased. I still have a stress management plan to complete. But I have a three week extension on that. That is also good. I have an essay due in next week and the last thing I need to stress about is a completing a stress management plan ...

Because it has been half term, and because of all the child care duties, I have not visited my tree as much as I would have liked. Yesterday I had an extended day at university. The Captain worked from home in order to release me and I was there for when the library opened and did not leave until the library closed. I was immersed in musty academia for twelve solid hours, with minor breaks for caffeine and calories. It was blissful.

During one of my caffeine breaks, I wandered around the gardens and found these:

They are not my tree. They are not a tree at all. But they are a sure sign that Spring is coming.