Grammaretto, such a relief that your bag was found. Mr.I has an
irritating habit of asking 'when did you last have it?' Well if I knew that, I'd be able to locate it...
Your leaves are specially plucked, Kaimoana? Gosh. No wonder you have an excessive cost and wait.
Are there no local rambling or -say- scouting-type groups who could search or pick for you? This is so dire.
I see your jigsaw puzzling as progress, Doodle💐.
Jigsaws entail a lot of quiet sitting and focus, something I guess was very difficult in the past. Do you roll/fold it up each time or leave it out to peruse in passing?
We always have one on the go incase the spirit moves ...Good light, these summer days.
My visitors have gone, continuing their mind boggling itinerary of the UK. Although they have been before (London and up the eastern side of England, as you do), this is the first time they have been off the beaten track from the Highlands and Islands, through Wales, the Cotswolds, Bath, Cheltenham and the south coast.
Away from the lure of castles, palaces and stately homes, their delight in the miniature scale of British things is palpable. Lots of pictures of winding country lanes, 'this is me stroking a highland cow over the hedge', 'we came across a flock of sheep in the lane ahead of us' 📸 📷.
There again, I suppose if you come from somewhere where sheep farms are the size of Belgium, then you would be impressed.
What I found difficult was the fact that G, youngest son of Dad's older brother, had, since we last met at their home in Australia, had grown a full set, neatly trimmed beard and 'tache.
He is now the spitting image of my father. Sitting at the table with him chatting, it's a sense of déjà vu.
Very hard to accept. I am quite discombobulated.
