Just Flowers

Last night, on my way home from bookclub I mentioned to Ross (my long time bookclub friend and also colleague) that I was going to do the housework this morning. He sighed, and said, how nice to be doing something so mundane. And he was sort of right, it was all right. So was getting the nice man from Waitrose to deliver the shopping. Though he did talk a bit more than I really felt was necessary.

Then my parents came for supper, we ate lots, drank lots, argued about the patriarchy. All good. And then I remembered I had no blip, hence this rather hasty picture of the last of the cosmos from the garden.