Spring is sprung, the grass is riz

 I wonder where the lawnmower is.

  

Spring has officially (if a little late) arrived in my garden. Admittedly there's only one, but it's the thought that counts. And this little beauty arrived after the three snowstorms we've had over the last week. Again, they weren't exactly white-outs, but not something you want whilst riding a motorbike.

    In a couple of days I'm going to back to do the melanoma thing. I hope they're not cancerous, obviously, but if the ones on my back aren't, I'll have to do the same thing they're doing to my arm - again, and that's healed really well. Not exactly what I wanted so close to going back to work.

    On the bright side, in three days I'm getting my second Covid jab. Can't wait.