Pipe Dreams

The trees (amelanchiers?) alongside Sainsbury’s car park caught my eye as I ticked off the jobs in town.

I’ve been struggling with a lot of pain,  with not eating being the only (unsustainable!) relief.   First thing this morning,  I discovered that the U-bend under the sink had separated itself in gushing solidarity. A flooded floor and a fair amount of swearing later, plus the inevitable trip to B&Q, I finally got it sorted.  

R took apart her old bed and assembled the new one pretty much single-handedly.  A lot of banging and crashing but with significantly fewer accompanying vocals.