Tuesday

Violet called me last night. She must have found the card gave her months ago.

A right old ramble followed. A man has been stealing money from her bank account to fund a naturist site near Bath. The police were at her door to assure her he'd been stopped from accessing her money.

She reminds me of the scandalous octogenarian I used to look after. Violet's stories are often wild. 

I've arranged to take her out on Friday morning. 

A pretty and damp walk this morning. I spent some time watching a Golden Retriever jumping into the canal, climbing up the steps and leaping in again. Full of joy and loving life.

A group of cyclists were enjoying the cafe at the top of the flight.

Mild and damp.