Just gone four in the morning, and I was listening to the robins singing and decided it was time to get up. The blackbirds will be joining in before too long, and then eventually dawn will kick in and the day will be in full swing.
For now, though, the city's holding its breath. And I'm drinking tea.
I took down the bubble-wrap DIY double glazing in my room yesterday, and gave the windows a good clean. And spotted a pile of dead flies on the window ledge, and shuddered, and did lots of hoovering. It's still cold in the flat, but not bone-achingly so. And now it's clean. Well, cleaner. And lighter. Come on, spring.