Spring!

Official first day of spring! Yay! No more January! Happy Imbolc, to those as celebrate it.

We at Rue P are celebrating by performing synchronised snuffling and formation sneezing, having all caught a nasty cold this week. I had three nights of utter doomy perditionous abyssal hellification, with Fiachra waking distressed and thrashy every hour or so and Oisín arriving in the small hours to wriggle and kick me until morning. Last night was much better, though. I hope the worst is over.

Onwards and upwards, best foot forward, and so on. Rah!