"Bella, it's six o'clock... go back to sleep."
"No it's not, it's seven. The clocks have gone forward. Can we get up now? Can I have my breakfast? Can I watch CBeebies?"
I did eventually opened the blinds, and was relieved to see the haar had finally given up - affording us the first t-shirt day of the season.
The grass was mowed, the swing was reinstated, the sandpit was opened, and I finished a job started the last time the sun was warm. By this time tomorrow, each of these little boxes should be home to a small owl.