It’s a spring day. Round here. Do I care that it’s snowing in Eastern Scotland? Pissing down in Plymouth? Windy in Wokingham? I wish I could say I do, but alas, I never said I was a nice person, just a guy who likes good weather. And, yes, I am English, so I’m allowed to discuss the weather, endlessly and if possible, gloatingly.

I didn’t know that today (possibly yesterday) is the official ‘first day of spring’, because that can’t be declared until you have a witnessed account of a Druid sighting. The spring Equinox is like a bat-signal and they all dig their way out from wherever they’re buried and head, like baby turtles heading along the beach to the sea, towards Stonehenge. Their spiritual home. A random but aesthetically pleasing bunch of mysterious rocks down in Hampshire. And once there, in all their… funny attire, they… errrr… they do what druids have done for thousands of years. Which is… to act in a Druid-like way. Then they’ll bugger off from whence they came and we will hear nothing from them until the Autumn Equinox in September. They just can handle days with unequal hours of dark and light. And who can blame them?

But where do they go? You can’t just live for 2 days a year? Its impossible. Yet you never see them otherwise. Maybe they die off at the end of the equinox after laying their eggs, like fruit-flies, and it takes precisely 6 months to hatch out a new one. In adult form, fully dressed in their white robes. It’s a mystery.

Meanwhile, I just saw The Brother and, other than the fact that he’s lying in bed plugged into 47 different things which enter or leave his body from a whole variety of places, and other than the fact that he’s basically the end product of an entire raft of technological wonder, he seems perfectly ‘normal’. We chatted, we laughed, ok, we coughed a bit, it all seemed so wonderfully ‘normal’. His consultant was there and even HE was so much more positive than previously. He was long on the good stuff, short on the usual caveats. So maybe Rich’ll be out by September and we can go to Stonehenge together in our white robes!!! Ok, or not necessarily, but thinking to the future is a big thing. A very big thing indeed.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx