The news about Covid is pretty grim today. We seem to be on a precipice.
I spent the day at Providence House for a day of painting with other arty types. I did a bit of fiddle arse drawing. The cake, coffee, company and walk up the stone hangman's steps was lovely.
Back home I continued in my potting up quest of Love-in-a mist before cooking a rather strange dinner from The Green Roasting Tin book.