Herbie gave us a pink poinsettia. He was loathed to give it up. I understand why. It is very beautiful.
The buoyancy of our grandson has been replaced with the calmness of bed and breakfast guests.
Tom had the police knock at his door at 2.30am warning of flooding. That must have been horrid. His house in Northampton survived Storm Bert. Such a relief as he has just had it decorated.
It is 9.15pm and we are just back from The Bull. We met Deborah who we haven't seen for probably a year. My postcard instigated getting together. My connections are working. I had two very delightful glasses of Chapel Down rose and a packet of peanuts. We caught up on the comings and goings of the village. I need an early night. We have a trip to London planned for tomorrow.
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Herbie's Euphorbia pulcherrima Pen and Watercolour 330/366 |
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