Do you remember seeing the recurring prank in comic books when someone rang a doorbell and then ran away? It was usually naughty boys that did it to torment their neighbours.
Well, I did that twice last week – pause for shocked gasp.
But there was a good reason.
My parents have the flu and put themselves in quarantine. I delivered some supplies and treats to their door. I put the bag on their doorstep, rang the bell and ran away.
Pause for smile and reminder that context is everything.
And the first snowdrops in my garden – with plenty of other green shoots behind promising more colour soon.
Waving to everyone and hoping the first week of February is good to you. I’m off to collect my new glasses now.