Droplet

Every year we buy lupins. They never last more than a few days, but we live in hope.

Dentist this morning, wood shifting for Marc this afternoon, and some light knitting and faffing in between.

Today is the anniversary of my dad's choking accident. He didn't actually die for another 3 days, but we all knew he was going to. I am glad I blipped it at the time, it has been strangely helpful to remember what it was all like (bloody awful!). But I am ok, and looking forward to getting together with the rest of my family to drink some of his wine on Friday!