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Spring Cleaning

Despite the pouring rain outside, the hour of sleep I lost on Saturday night(thank you for that UK Daylight Saving Time) has reminded me that Spring has  just about sprung!
The pollen season has started, there are Easter Eggs & Hot Cross Buns in the shops and crème eggs are everywhere!
I sort of like spring, not just because it's a wee bit less Baltic than winter & it means my birthday cake day is approaching, but it symbolises the start of something new - that wasn't a reference to High School Musical but I now have the song stuck in my head - d'oh!
A lot of things start over again in spring time, plants and flowers reappear, the British Soap Awards & Eurovision reappear, for a fair few years Doctor Who would reappear - I've totally lost track of what time of year it comes on now, I think its post summer but goodness knows, feel free to put my mind at ease and advise me :-) - I digress but basically a lot of things either reappear or start over.
In this spirit, I decided not so much to start over but clear out a little bit of the old to make way for the new.
I began having a bit of a spring clean today, not because I felt I needed a new start but really because my room is so full of clutter and general untidiness that I can't find a damn thing when I want to lay my hands on it! 
Now that I've rediscovered the carpet and assigned my possessions proper homes, my brain does actually feel a little less cluttered. I'm not sure if the act of throwing out lots of useless crap is necessarily therapeutic for me but perhaps there is a bit of a link between the two.
Perhaps with a tidier room and tidier mind, I can tackle lots of those new and scarier things I've been too shy or afraid to try!
Just because I thought it was cute - here's my Lady teddy playing with Paul Anka (my ukulele) while I tidy.
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