Life is a Bitch

Sometimes it’s the simplest of posies which give the most pleasure.
This one arrived with a friend this morning and the mint included in it has given the house a lovely smell.
By the time she arrived I had not only done my daily exercise but demonstrated to a Merry Widow how to graft the toe of a sock, so I was more than ready for a coffee and a chat outside where it was still warm enough to sit.

Now I have the unenviable task of phoning a long standing friend from my west of Scotland sojourn 50 years ago who has just lost her youngest daughter to cancer and reply to an email from another new friend having a hard time coping with grief.
Life is not always a posy of flowers.