Winter is passing, toad in the hole and mulled wine.

1. It is cold (although less chill than it has been) and cloudy (although less grey than it has been) and a robin sings loudly from the top of a streetlamp while bulbs push insistent leaves out of the earth and a couple of ladybirds sit out.

2. A well risen batter pudding with sausages floating like barrage balloons.

3. Mulled wine in a heavy stone goblet. 

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