Today, we opened the two windows in our flat, for the first time since the end of last summer.
It's just great to know that spring is on its way, and that we no longer need to be in our shitty flat, somewhere in south-east London, breathing in the same dirty air, that's been circulating in our hovel of a home for the last six months.
Tony always gets a real buzz when the window-opening day arrives, and this year, like all of the others, we celebrated this wonderful occasion by drinking vast amounts of lager and smoking cheap cigarettes.
There's nothing better than the odour of diesel fumes, the noise of constant traffic, and the foul-mouthed swearing of drunken passers-by to remind us that there is a world outisde of our den, which is blocked out during the cold, winter months, when our windows remain firmly shut.
We're now off to the pub to drink more lager, and prepare ourselves for tomorrow, because we've both got ourselves another cash-in-hand, no-questions-asked job lined up, which involves travelling to Glasgow on another furniture removal job.
It should be fun, and if all goes well, we should be back home tomorrow night.