Cast Adrift

Until this afternoon, I had officially erased this day from my memory bank. No need to ask.

I had nothing positive to say despite the fact that the sun, so absent for the last few days, had made a welcome appearance and lit up the autumn foliage on the trees in the Meadows and on the carpet of leaves on the grass.

The leaf I have blipped is one prematurely fallen from our newly acquired Japanese Acer. It will be hard to see the rest go after such a short a time on the patio.

I am desperately trying to read the second book for my book group tomorrow. It's Girl in Translation by Jean Kwok a novel about a girl from Hong Kong who resettles with her mother in the USA in the late 90's. It doesn't look too cheery.

I've spent too long reading 'The Boy with the Top Knot' by Sathnam Sanghera, an autobiography about his childhood as a Sikh boy born to Indian parents who came to Britain in the late 60's.

I was hoping a visit this afternoon to my friend of many talents would cheer me up and reinstate the day for me. And indeed it did. Afternoon tea with the most professional home baked cheese scones you could wish for: each one beautifully shaped and risen to perfection.
I can see I have to add another talent to this lady with more talents than is fair for one mortal to have.