Abstract Thursday

This morning, while waiting for P to return from Christmas with relatives in Canada, I remembered it was Thursday, so I blipped part of the intricate pattern on a silver bowl on her window sill. Sometimes my eyes deceive me and I see a row of men, otherwise they look more like Christmas trees.

I'm now back home for a few weeks until P's new job starts, then it'll be a five-month stint, so until then it's goodbye from Pookie, Minty and Leo.