Reflection of a Window

The window in the corner of the 'salon' is reflected in the open conservatory door along with the tendrils of jasmine that creep everywhere.

An early blip so not much has happened yet other than that Basil has gone to the groomers and Len has gone to tennis.

Postscript:

Basil returned as a 'new dog,' as Len describes him. 

We all went to Dobbies at Rothley missing out on ham, egg and chips by five minutes as the kitchen had closed but we got our free lattes and I had a scrumptious meringue. Julie and James from tennis joined us outside for a chat.

First rehearsal of choir in the evening. I was pleased that I can still sight read and the voice isn't in too bad condition.

The choir director announced his resignation as of after the Come and Sing in January. He's getting on a bit and travel is becoming too much. As a peripatetic musician, he has to drive here, there and everywhere. It does wear you out.