Hetty and her french group entertained us with a rendition of Alouette. I have just checked the spelling on Google. I also found out the song is about plucking feathers, beak, eyes from a lark in retribution for being woken by its song or it could be preparing the lark to be eaten. I don't think I will pass this information onto Hetty.
A couple of campanologists tried to recruit Tim. He resisted. For now.
There were a couple of phone messages on our return. One from Social Adult Care. They have found a place for Mum in a care home in Northiam. This is great. A message from a very fed up, drugged up mother. They have worked quickly to help her. A faster pace than Mum can cope with.
At 6pm we went for a quick drink at Larkins in Cranbrook. Sarah and Nigel kept us company. It was 9.10pm when we left to find the chip shop shut. I love a bowl of rice crispies with cold milk. They taste soooo good.
Pen and Watercolour
22cm x 18cm