Pink

I hesitate to write its full name as I usually spell it wrong, but something like a pelargonium has kindly erupted a flower head above the small jungle that is our bedroom windowsill.

I spent the day in the West End office, taking the laptop up there in case the desktop machine had been "optimised" - it hadn't, in fact, but it's only a matter of time. I'm already getting tired of lugging the laptop everywhere I go.

But Mr H made a splendid pot of stovies for tea!