The weather has been wet and windy giving me a perfect day. I had a pile of ironing - mostly my newly acquired linen shirts, and a couple of Tim's. Then onto to ironing bed linen. I feel very satisfied that I have come to the bottom of my ironing pile.
I feel sad about Michael Mosley. Only a couple of days ago I made a recipe from one of his cookery books.
As I type Tom is sitting with me. He has returned from Amsterdam and is keen to move there. My heart feels torn. I would like him closer to home. But maybe he would find happiness in Holland. So for now we can drink wine together and enjoy each others company.
Missing Hen
Pen and Watercolour
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