Three times a week, for the last three (four?) weeks, we have had a “don’t miss” appointment with The Traitors. Becky has been a fan since the first series, and she convinced – no insisted – that I watch this series with her, and I am glad she did. Its been like the old days – a TV event you had to watch at the time, not just streaming it on catch-up at your convenience. It ended on Friday with the two traitors, Rachel and Stephen winning, below are the the final six, posted to help remind me who they were when I look back in the future.
Whilst today has been dry – other than five minutes of drizzle here and there – it has been a very wet week, with rivers overflowing and football pitches either being unplayable or soon turning into mud. And there is little respite forecast, with rain expected every day next week.
But in the “dry” (ie rain wasn’t falling from the sky, but everything was very, very wet, I spotted the first snowdrops flowering in the garden.
And there is even one, lonely, somewhat forlorn, daffodil bravely flowering despite the wind and rain in the flower bed on the back deck, by the fig tree. (And for the sake of recording it, today I took the netting off the front trugg as bulbs are just beginning to push through, although it does still feel like it will be some time before we see them in full flower)
