Acknowledging the people who shaped us, can sometimes mean admitting to big cracks in the fabric they worked on.
This is for anyone who, like me, finds that they have inexplicably avoided every item on their To Do List at the end of the day.
Suddenly Spring gets off its arse, puts on its best green outfit, throws lambs and crocuses about as if they were going out of style, puts an Instagram filter on the hills and comes up looking like the credits for a Technicolour film.
Dear, strangely attractive reader – I have a new book out.
Consider love, dear reader: the biggest, baggiest and most baggage-laden word in our lovely language.