Fritillaries

Not sure if that’s the spelling g of these beautiful flowers, planted as seeds a couple of years ago from Barbra next doors garden. She had great bunches of them.

Usual Saturday, class, lunch, walk home, passed a guy chopping wood in one of the houses in the wee lane I walk home. Some of the wood hit me on the head and I stopped, sorry he said. I said that it’s a bit dangerous to chop the wood there (as it had hit me on the head). I walked on a bit and he shouted to me to ‘shut up’! I walked back to tell him ‘no, you shut the F Up you aren’t a very nice person. He muttered something under his breath and I walked off. Jeez that escalated quickly lol!

Quiet afternoon and evening just tidying up etc.