Chop Chop

A day of all weathers with hail thrown in.

These tulips were cheering in the light. I doubt they’ve ever seen Amsterdam.  It’s all I have to offer today.

Something sent me into an inflammation overload, so I skived off work early and malingered on the sofa with a hottie and ‘This is Us’ for a while, before tea and the town taxi run.

Still lighting a fire most nights, but I’ve run out of kindling. I don't have a good record with sharp stuff, but  I'm going to have to man-up and get chopping.