TWISTED WILLOW...

...is the name of the new flower shop in town.

Arrived home and set about cheering ourselves up by collecting the VIP who had sufficient native cunning to look equally excited about seeing us after a week's absence.

After a prolonged dither and many 'what ifs...' and 'but then agains...' we decided I should take a quick trip to the Canadian prairies to see my son who has been seriously unwell. He is on the mend, but could do with his mammy for a while, so I leave on Tuesday. Part of the dilemma has been that our dear friend has died after a long illness and I won't be able to attend the funeral. GOD I may be, but I can only be in one place at a time.

We were without wifi while on holiday, so have just back blipped the last week. The lack of comments reflects my poor memory and the laid back, misty, sleepy nature of the holiday.