Sale

..... at the Tate Modern - don't miss out.

It was really really misty this morning but it had lifted by the time I arrived in London.

Mr F drops me off at the station each morning. If we are slightly late, I run from the car to the platform. Mr F calls it doing a "Linford" and has threatened to take a photo. Please do not encourage him.

I know how much you all like my reflections. There is lots to look at in this one.

The day has finished with a good sing song at choir.

There were no girls this week tottering about in heels and short skirts. That is after choir - not at choir