One misty moisty morning

... when cloudy was the weather. (We had to switch the central heating on!)

I'm not sure whose party piece this poem was when we were children, one of my brothers I think. It's from The Book of a Thousand Poems which my dad shared with us. We all had our poems we had to learn. I think one of mine was Wordsworth's Daffodils.

Not much else to say about today except we've been hard at it decorating again.We're trying hard to finish rooms that will allow us to unpack and re-sort our belongings.