I left work today around quarter to five, en route to lovely dinner and Masterchef evening with sibling Ding, and found myself driving west into the sunset. So nice was it that I put down both windows for they entire drive on the M25, radio off, just enjoying the sun and wind and it not being proper winter any more. I wouldn’t call it proper spring; bit to parky for that (though I stubbornly kept my windows down the whole way), but it’s definitely on that way. Wing. Or Sprinter.
I may or may not have sung “The sun has got his hat on” a couple of times…
