A lighted Candle

Another day of worry - both children (okay, I know they are all grown up!) are travelling in this bad weather. My daughter had to get up at 3am to travel to Stansted for a 7.35 flight - it was delayed, naturally; I've just had word that she is now on a tram on her way to see her Grandmother, my mother. My son has made it from Swansea to my brothers house in Cane End, Berkshire, and is now on his way here, avoiding the M40 as it is sounding so bad there on the radio; on the M4 for now. So I'm waiting by the phone.

So I lit the candle, an early Christmas present from a dear friend. It's scented and it's one of those that makes a lovely shape as it burns.