1. The spring sun has been making pointed remarks about dust in our bedroom. I repatriate the clutter, and shake a yellow duster round the room. Nick follows with the sweeper. The room seems bigger, and the surfaces gleam.
2. Our walk has a purpose today (beyond fresh air and exercise, I mean) because Katie wants us to see the bulbs we planted in her garden. My grape hyacinths are standing in soldier-straight rows where I planted them along the edge of the raised bed (they'll look less mannered in years to come). And tulips in pots reach up with green praying hands.
3. It's certainly true that the bed needs making, but Alec is feeling sociable, so we stop and play with him on the new sheet's wide, clean surface.