and March is marching on with a monotonous sameness that in some ways is reassurring and repetitive.
Hot weather is interspersed with rain, washing out our opportunity to play tennis and giving us another chance to talk it over.
Work goes ahead daily with the same treatments on different faces.
Even an event like the Zoo run or Chris's birthday barely break the routine.
I need something to really spark things up around here...
It's a good life albeit a quiet one.