My windows are open.
The wood stoves are cold, dark, and untended, no longer the focus of the house.
The grime and grease from Porridge's nose is translucent on the glass of the front door, waiting for a squirt of cleaner (the door, not her nose...).
My washing machine is full of agitating clothes soon ready to hang outside for the first time this year.
Yes, the long grey Breton Winter may finally have run its course.
Mysweet has at last finished making cupboards and shelves in the hallway, and the carpet of wood dust and dog hair can be cleared. I can put things away...
Lucy and little Mol will be round soon and we will be off for a frolic amongst the green shoots.
After a long busy last week, I am full of joy.
I hear a distant rattle of farm machinery and look out of the window.
Ah yes, there is a tractor pulling an enormous tank of pungent pig manure, ready to scent my washing with its delicate perfume.
Business as usual then!