Optimism

I guess the most frustrating thing about this time of year is just how much the weather trammels what you want to do. I've got a shedload of things I want/need to do in the studio, let alone the needed maintenance to the poor old garden shed, and we need to start thinking about clearing up the garden after the winter storms. But at the moment, it's just too unforgivingly cold and damp to warrant much activity outside the protection of the house. Since I retired, the thought of working my way through the initial pain of a winters morning is frankly beyond me now: no-one's paying me to hurt these days, after all. Still, we're on the upward slope to spring and summer, so optimism it is.

I wonder just how optimistic Doris Pooh the Younger is feeling presently, as news of more moves against him from his own ranks has surfaced over the last forty-eight hours: even the press that one would normally expect to at least skirt around his misdemeanours until they were proven absolutely are reporting facts that de facto must be pretty solid: reportage rather than opinion. The usual apologias run daily in The Mail and The Express of course, but they're no more newspapers than The Beano or The Dandy could claim to be. The FT today runs both some pretty damning reportage and comment about the run-up to the release of the Sue Gray report next week and its potential aftermath. I await with bated breath, both for next week's shenanigans and the upturn in the season. Hwyl!