Wired

The war of attrition with the to-do list progressed a little today with putting up some wires to train a rose up (before it clambered in through the window).

Of course, the list fought back with half a dozen other items.

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Saw Mrs Warren's Profession at the theatre this evening.  Another good performance with the house pretty near full.

We were both convinced we'd seen it before but very little seemed familiar, so I think we must have dreamt seeing it. Odd.  Either that or we're getting senile.

I wonder why there's a picture of a rose there?  Would you like a biscuit?