Escape

His Lordship to the hills would lift his eyes today and so I waved him off with a certain mount of relief, looking forward to having a day free from his technical problems.

A pot of soup was made, a chicken casserole prepared and some food shopping undertaken before a leisurely coffee in the nearest café and a stroll to a bookshop to spend far too many roubles on four books recommended in a recent Sunday Times.

After two pretty bad drawings and an uninspired blip, I am free now to take the air with a walk round the marches and admire the crocuses and the seas of golden daffodils which have suddenly erupted.
Did I hear any one mention cleaning? How very dare you!