An over processsed Aquilegia in the garden. That’s as far as I got again today.

I attempted to identify a small orange butterfly we saw yesterday. The only one I can find that matches it is the small pearl-bordered fritillary. If only it had stayed still long enough for a photo. 

Then a morning of resting and editing some of yesterday’s photos. In the afternoon an attempt to discuss some more difficult subjects but with limited success. As if I wasn’t stressed enough by then, I had a call to say my aunt wasn’t answering her phone. I had the number of a neighbour but all I got was a  number not recognised message. Internet to the rescue and I had two digits mixed up. Neighbour did her neighbourly bit and all is well. Phew.

Then a glass of wine.