A miracle...

I am off work at the mo because I have a stupid chest infection. I am NOT happy and feeling very sorry for myself, which is unusual because normally when I am ill I just get on with it (It's a girl thing). But this time I am really poorly - blame Lucy Kennaugh!

Anyhoo, the reason I'm writing is because I spent Monday on the sofa watching TV classics such as 'Jeremy Kyle' (good grief!), and I'd put a vase of daffodils on the coffee table on Sunday to brighten the room up and remind myself that Spring is on the way. The vase was a little bit in the way of my dreadful television viewing so I kinda had my eye on the daffs all day...Throughout the course of the day I found myself drawn to look at them and each time I looked I realised that one flower had blossomed over the day, right before my eyes! How amazing is that, that's like a miracle to me, how does it happen? how does the flower know? I've been buzzing off it ever since!