Wednesday, 12th September 2018 - A Bed of Red Roses

It is 9.45pm and my bnb guests are not home. I really don't need and should not be concerned for their wellbeing. I am just a little. I hope they are whooping it up somewhere.

The new iPhone has face recognition to switch it on. What if you are feeling baggy eyed and without make-up? That is the only mitigating reason I will not be spending nearly £1500 on a phone

I was going to meet up with Harriet for coffee but a Tesco delivery slot got in the way. She came home with some gorgeous flowers for me. I am touched.

A Bed of Red Roses
Charcoal and Watercolour