Delicately Drooping.

The first thing I did when I got home was go online and tax my car. All the way down the road I was expecting sirens and blue lights ... 

Next thing was a walk round the garden.  It looks wrecked, and it's far too squelchy underfoot to do anything about it. 

I rescued these roses growing on the front wall. Their stems are too weak to hold up their heads. They make me think of delicate Victorian misses decked up for their coming-out ball. I don't think they'll last long even indoors.