I don’t care what the calendar says, spring only arrived in my garden this morning. It’s absolutely beautiful, and I was very tempted to spend the whole day outside.

Only trouble is, I’m supposed to be writing two (!!!) books at the moment. I’m alternating between ‘Leave it to Eva,’ and the as-yet-unnamed third book in the Friends Forever series. So I made a deal with myself. Every hour, as a reward for hard work, I allowed myself fifteen minutes outside in the sunshine. I got lots of writing and  gardening and everyone (ie me) is happy.