supposed to be studying, but as I gaze in boredom out of the window onto the garden and the field beyond, the sky is a chrystal clear royal blue, the grass a vibrant green, the leaves have that vivid green they only get at bud break, and the azalea bushes are a riot of different colours. The blue tits in the nest box are raising a brood of youngsters, both hen and cock flying back and forth to feed them. Its 20.1C with a light breeze.

The only negative is the two woodpidgeons strutting about the veggie patch, eyeing up my brassicas for their lunch. Where's my gun?