I have delivered the battered old suitcase to Mum and we have been through a pile of clothes. She kindly offered me the rejects. I kindly declined. Chris and I rearranged her room to her exacting requirements while she laid on the bed. She has a powerful and commanding voice. The bureau in installed with two photos in frames on top. Nothing else is allowed to sully the top of the bureau. What a weird life she now has. The next few weeks have hospital appointments to fill her time. And ours.
We watched a fantasy film this evening. It was perfect for a tired body and brain.
Birds on a Wire
Pen and Watercolour
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