Quick visit from me, too.
soop thank you for making the kitchen such a safe place in a stormy world. ‘Sometimes’ is a poem I hold dear, very appropriate for a new beginning. I’m sorry your friend is ill but you know a quiet evening in front of a warm fire sounds just the thing tonight,
Blowing a gale and pouring here again. There are no plans to venture out, NYE tends to be quiet. A meal, a film and raising a glass at midnight to all we love, my virtual GN friends will be included.
I’m sorry today hasn’t been as you hoped kitty, ‘doomy’ sounds a good word to borrow if you will permit, hope the feeling lifts very soon.
Thank you all for your company, it’s meant a lot. Thinking of you all, especially those carrying sadness and sending my wish for a year that is as good as it is possible for it to be.x
Someone needs to go back to Junior School himself.


goes on a red cabbage hunt
and cheers 
