I unearthed my bike from under the gardening tools and took a cautious ride into the village to get sausages and eggs. The fitted perfectly in the basket on the handlebars. It was a bit of a wobbly ride.
I am reading an odd book by Jenny Eclair called Moving. I had a bit of a rest this afternoon with it.
My rooms are full of guests who are eating my almond cake and chocolate brownie saving me from an excess of calories.
Wild Mallow
Pen and Watercolour
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