Too hot to handle

I wrote some text but it disappeared. The artwork above is something I bought years ago. It needs some tidying up, but it looked fiery in the setting sun. 

I reconnected with a friend who unfortunately seems to have dementia now. She is 92, and has lost a lot of weight because of an illness that she now can't remember. It's heartbreaking. 

Met a woman sitting on the kerb in our street (very bad idea, risk of dogsh*t contamination) who asked me if I knew anyone in the street who played the violin, because she needed some rosin now, so she could play the violin to her mother, who'd just moved from Poland to our street. 

Is it me, or is this a little Alice in Wonderland? While typing this up, it occurred to me that it wouldn't have been quite as surprising if she had said that her mother had moved here from Poundland!