Seasonal

There is no point mentioning the weather.  The Hill sat under a fluff a cold,  wet must,  drizzle, winter jacket, heating on.

I spent this morning doing the diary till the end of the year.  It feels full already.  Then a meeting in the afternoon and an hour at the desk more than Is planned.

Popped in to the Manor on the way to the Sheriff's where I had a very convivial evening with  not one drop of wine, not even in the risotto. I was driving.  We mused about the passing years. A senior colleague is 40 tomorrow. 40 years ago I was preparing to be the Sheriff's bridesmaid.  Seems like yesterday but it was literally a lifetime away.

When I got home, at 11.40,  I remembered  I was blipless.  Grabbed a strawberry from the fridge. Didn't eat it, yet.