A Fragment Of A Much Longer Dream

 I was being driven round Oxford in a vehicle which was something like a luxury coach and something like a Rolls Royce. I turned to the little girl beside me and said " What I really am is a nun." The buildings we passed were decorated with high relief carvings of angels. They were ancient and much eroded but had recently been repainted in their original bright colours. 

Jocund

There's still snow on the ground and the wind is bitterly cold but the daffodils have recovered and are doing their Wordsworth dance; I'm proud of them.