Flowers in the kitchen

On buying her flowers she said
"There's no food in the kitchen and we can't eat flowers."

On buying her food she said
"You don't buy flowers any more."

Poem by Lemn Sissay

There's no domestic strife involved with these flowers though ... they were bought for me by my friend Lesley for walking her dog while she was away last week. She also presented me with a lovely (no, really) embroidered 'thing' and a v nice looking bottle of red (don't mind if I do). I'm racked with guilt now as internally I moaned like f*ck about getting up early to take him out. Only a few months ago I wouldn't have thought twice about it as I'd have been up and out with George, running up the v steep hill between our houses instead of gasping for breath and cursing my relentless generosity (get me!). Since he died, I've gone soft!

(Bit of a lookie-likee with yesterday I know, but who can resist a big clock? (ooh matron :)!!)