This week will take you by surprise.  Sugary lips will find yours and kiss you silly with caramel cake and chocolate buttons.  Your friends will look at you strangely, your eyes red with too much energy to burn.  It’s nothing to hide from: it’s your opportunity to tear up the park between your place and theirs with your uncaged ideas; the impossible will light up the pavement.  By Wednesday, you will have painted your mind royal green, your walls reflecting the bright new spring.  By Thursday, words will cover your clothes, reminiscent of the brilliance of the World’s first electric bulb; by Friday, you will fall into a contented heap, toes varnished with flowers, ready for summer.