Ice wine

Cold morning - a proper hard frost. This the remains of Mr B’s lunch wine from yesterday. The hen is better! She had a perfectly normal wandering about, eating, preening, dozing on the terrace kind of a day.

Meanwhile, after a morning spent cleaning the accumulation of Mr B’s cooking off the kitchen (including the extractor filters - least favourite job) I lounged for the rest of the day, mostly outside. There was a small amount of work for a client in Australia, and later I will need to do some prep for an early morning new client call, but largely this has been a relaxed weekend. Much needed.