Of course, summer is wonderful, all that sunshine. And Autumn is gorgeous, all that colour. And winter, well, winter makes you appreciate the other seasons, it is nice to feel the difference. We walk our muddy footprints out of winter.
But spring, spring is when everything is new and vibrant and vital. Tiny green signs of life on those bare branches suddenly appear. All those flowers, everything blooming. Everything comes alive in spring.
7.52am. David calls me, I am dumbfounded, as he is the guy who scratches around until 3am, doing god knows what, then never getting up before midday, never having had a real job in his life helps. Oh, except when he worked as a doctor, but he hated every minute of that and soon gave it up for guru’dom.
His opening line is, “Why? Can you tell me why anyone would be up at this hour?”
“I was up at 6am…”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Are you playing with David (Our vague friend Sarah, except he hates it whenever anyone calls him that) again?” The other David has lived up north for some time and he and David have got chummy.
“No, I have mirrors coming.”
“Not for above your bed, I hope...”
“No.” He laughed. “Wardrobes and other places.”
“Just as well you don’t want to be crying during sex, it’s really not a good look.”
We both laugh.
“It puts the trade off his game.”
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