Eggnog

A difficult day; yesterday opened up wounds, literally and figuratively. After a visit to the surgery this afternoon, a trip around town to deliver Christmas cards, then a wet walk to deliver cards to neighbours, followed by a homemade eggnog to warm me up. Not a scrap of Royal Mail post today, and with tomorrow and Saturday being strike days, no chance of my missing parcel turning up, posted nearly four weeks ago by the hospice on the other side of Bath, containing the fired Christmas ceramics painted in my zoom art classes, painted for Mum.

Thank you so much for all your kind words, stars and hearts yesterday.