Not Sunday but Saturday 29th March

I managed to completely confuse myself on Saturday;

It all began to go wrong when I woke up, and thought 'what a lovely sunny start to Mothering Sunday'. I had a bit of a lie-in (because it was Mothering Sunday) and the slowly got dressed and made breakfast. As usual I read the news and some blogs on my phone, updated my current 'virtual hike' along the Jurrasic Coast

 

I love the views along the route, 'standing' at the top of cliffs and basking in the summer sun. I add my step count to the app every day at it moves my little marker along the path.

Then the moment arrived; I looked at the click on the bookshelf; 9am, the same as my phone, so BB must have already changed it. But, but, but, my watch also showed 9am. How could this be? Surely I hadn't changed it in my sleep?

My mother used to go downstairs and make herself toast and jam in the middle of the night in her sleep. It would only be when she saw the evidence the next morning; a plate and knife, and crumbs, the jam and the butter dish left out, that she would realise what she had done. (Unhelpful if you were trying to lose weight).

BB explained all; being only SATURDAY the clocks hadn't changed. I felt a bit disorganised all day.

The monthly tree pictures 

The Great Oakat the bottom of the garden

And, taken an hour later, the little apple tree beside it.

It is just coming into leaf.

Music

A lovely little piano piece by Dvorak called Silhouette in A major, full of sunshine and spring.