An interesting mix, but my day has involved them all.
Jazz decided that 5am was a suitable time to get me up. Which he does by reaching under the bedclothes and slashing. Jazz, aka Sid Vicious, aka Spike. When my feet hit the floor he started to purr at mega decibels. Which brought Jewel into the bedroom too. Also purring. Happy chappies, though their happiness diminished when they realised that they were not going to be let out straight away. I am so cruel. So cruel in fact that I am considering upgrading their Cat Condominium to one with more levels. Perhaps.
A little later I checked my emails. To discover that a friend had sent one about the Royal Wedding to 'those who care'. Given that disinterest is a charitable way of describing my relationship with our Royal Family this struck me as odd. But I followed the link and giggled throughout (while mentally apologising to my friend). Not only do I think that the Royal Wedding would be better run on these lines, but those couples who are going to slavishly follow the example set by William and Kate could learn from it as well.
The smaller portion was still slumbering on. So, into the garden. Pruning and weeding to make room for more bulbs. By the time I came in for a cuppa himself was up. So we headed outside and put the last of the first bag of tulips in. Two hundred tulips planted yesterday and today. And then, oh joy and bliss it started to rain gently. Very good for the garden and the perfect excuse to stop for the day.
In a little over a week we (mostly the smaller portion) have put in 403 daffodils and jonquils (3 were given as freebies), 50 Dutch iris, and 200 tulips. We have another 215 tulips to go (15 freebies) and whatever turns up in the 'Gamblers Pot Luck' collection I ordered. Maybe another 50 or so bulbs in there. And while I am very, very stiff and sore it has happened. And will probably be completed over the Easter weekend. I am gobsmacked. And then all we need do is wait (and weed) for an explosion of colour and scent in early Spring.