There is something about clocks

That grips the frail senses, 
When something we can't hold back 
Rocks our vain defenses. 

Things we can control are quite easy 
On them there's some power we hold 
But with clocks that tick endlessly 
We just take the time we are told. 

Cynthia Buhain Buello


Frustrating day trying to find bathroom cupboard doors. More work on the garden after a wet morning gave way to reasonable weather. Coffee and cake at Heather Farm. A walk as the sun went down and FaceTime with TGR.

Bathroom seems to be taking forever. Latest is that it will be finished "this week".