Spring is peeking sleepily over the horizon. Slightly stunned, she blinks into the post-winter light.
The first sign of this was the daffidols showing their eternally happy faces outside Clapham Common tube station.
Then bunches of asparagus began to appear at Sainsbury's.
Finally, when I skipped out of work yesterday at 5.40pm. it was dusk. Not night time.
All of a sudden it was obvious.
As I write this, spring is picking sleep from her eyes, and smoothing down her 'bed hair'.
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