Holocaust Memorial Day

There's nothing I can write which hadn't already been said, and far more eloquently than I can manage. We all know, though too often ignore,  the current dangers facing the world. 

These snowdrops are in my garden. I'll no doubt blip more as snowdrop season develops. 

It was wet first thing, damp when I walked Flora and it's now sunny. Everywhere you go you can hear chainsaws working to clear the fallen trees. The garden will be out of bounds to Flora till the fence is mended - she could easily escape into the car park of the flats behind the house. 

I've been listening to the radio, making cheese scones, planning a chowder for tonight and writing to my yoga teacher to excuse what I anticipate to be a truly dismal effort on my part tonight.