Cry me a flooding river.

BST overtook us last night--an archaic practice. Clocks have gone forward one hour. And there never seems to be anyone from this side of the pond on alert at this time. (10 hours since Mendalla's last call)'
But the sun is shining. False Spring before a cold wind is forecast to sweep down from the north.
I'll try a hot chocolate to prepare for that north wind. See if there are any cookies left. Hobble to the cooker, Sara, if you can. Hope you are able to do that more actively soon.