Lisa Q Rocks

Today is a work from home day. I kind of love them, kind of hate them. The problem with them is that once I get going, the world around me ceases to exist. I actually find it very easy to focus and suddenly 3 hours of passed: I'm hungry, I need the loo, the teabag has been in the cup for hours and the milk is going sour on the counter.

Today, however, has been balanced. Spring is suddenly in full swing. The trees are flowering, the dafs are everywhere and the sun is shining. Just stepping out your door is a new lease on life. Everyone is now selling dafodils, which I don't entirely understand. They're as pervasive as dandilions in Calgary in mid July. They're quite literally drowing up in the gaps between paving stones in every garden. Well manicured lawns are awash with dafs, or the stubs of dafs that have been mowed. Why, then, would someone pay a quid for a bunch of them at the store? I guess because they're pretty. And yellow. If you particularly like yellow.

Also, today, Ange and I received our first care package from Canada. The postman knocked at the door, giving me a start and pulling me from my concentration. He handed me a shoe-box sized package in brown paper. Realising it was from Canada, I made a point of flipping it so I couldn't see the customs declaration. Lisa Q had sent us an entire box of homemade cookies. Oh my goodness. Lisa's cookies are like cocaine and I had about 3 dozen of them in my hands. Ange doesn't even know they've arrived. A deep breath. I'll only have 2. Five minutes later, I am savouring my third. Okay, new limit: four. That gives me one more. I gobble it down, hardly giving my mouth the opportunity to taste it. The box taunts me. It needs to be moved. I am so weak and the cookies are so good. The removal-from-sight process costs me another cookie. Five. And it is only 1:30pm. Thank you Lisa. You have made my day, possibly my week.

This weekend (on Sunday) we'll head to London to pick up Oma (my mum) from Emily's flat. Anna will get two days with Oma. I'm excited for both of them. Anna has changed so much since Oma saw her at Christmas. She knows a new animal sound. An owl says, "hoo hoo." It's a quiet, high pitched sound from the back of the throat and it is so cute.