Orange Kalanchoe

Tired. Off to bed in a mo.

Met Mr B in 60 Million Postcards, after his tennis. Then to Lidl Branksome to see of they'd put Sunday's rugs out early - they hadn't. Bought a couple of things, then bus to Boscombe for bread and to check for rugs* at the Lidl there - no luck again. Coffee at da Nunzio. (*The computer chair wheels slide dangerously on a plastic mat, so hoping a rug will sort that out).

Blip, in the absence of any other suitable photos, is of my Kalanchoe, now in its prime.



Good Night