What's my favourite flower?

I'm sure you're dying to know... Well, it's the daffodil. Surprise!

This is the best time of year. I may wander into cliché - and I may have posted much the same thing around this time every year - but nothing lifts my heart and my spirit quite like the sight of the first daffodils. This week has been Spring-in-a-bottle, with the sunshine and blossom and birds and everything else that lets us know that winter's over. Even being able to hang out washing (and it getting dry) makes me smile. Putting it all away doesn't, but that sort of negative thinking has no place in this post.

I drove to work this morning along by the river at Lower Sunbury. Trees along the river bank were covered in bright pink blossom, and there was a hazy shimmer over the water. It took my breath away, it really did! If it weren't for double yellow lines I'd have stopped right then and taken a photo for you. But I couldn't, which is a shame.

Rumour has it that this weather won't last, but I'm not looking ahead. I'm living for the sunny, springy moment, breathing in the scent of daffodils whenever I can, because I know it is fleeting.

There should be a place you can go (there probably is!) where the sounds and smells of Spring are pumped in. Fresh-mown grass, bumble bees, daffodils of course, peacocks. Peacocks? Yes - there are some peacocks close to where I live and the sound they make in the evenings makes me think of longer days and sunshine. I close my eyes to the washing and pretend I'm in the countryside. Bliss!

So, what I'm basically saying is: Spring's here - good isn't it?

A minute of your time?

It was too quiet in the office yesterday, so Dan put on this episode of Just A Minute. So, frustrated by my recent lack of inspiration for a blog subject, I thought I'd write for a minute, without deviation, repetition or hesitation on the subject of listening to Just A Minute in the office yesterday. (You'll have to take my word for it that I'll only type for a minute, because, for all you know, I could be hesitating for hours and deleting all my repetitions. couldn't I?) No, but really, I'll give it a go, and challenge you to do the same thing on the subject of what you did yesterday afternoon. You have 60 seconds...

Yesterday afternoon was very quiet in the office and, rather than listen to music, Dan put on an episode of Just A Minute, from the BBC i-Player. That particular programme had, as its panellists, Paul Merton, Sheila Hancock, David Mitchell and Clement Freud (the latter of which I must admit I thought had died a couple of years ago, but I was obviously thinking of someone else...). I laughed out loud on a number of occasions and realised that I couldn't remember the last time I'd heard this show. Consequently, I made a note to check out the play-again facility for Radio 4 and enjoy some others.

Hmm... Interesting exercise. I think I kept going for too long. And the success of this exercise will very much depend on your typing speed... I possibly need to think up some better rules for the blog version...

OK, so just tell me all about what you did yesterday afternoon, without deviation or repetition. Hesitate as long as you like...