Wednesday, November 06, 2024

Messages, white wine and bubbles.

1. I catch up with some correspondence and get a flurry of replies; and also some original messages, including one from Anna enquiring about our plans for planting up bulbs of paperwhite narcissus. It feels like I gave the comms channel a poke and unclogged it somewhere upstream.

2. We have the last of the wine with our supper -- one glass each, Sauvignon blanc, very cold.

3. She brings me a few nanotape creatures she has made -- sticky bubble beasts.

End at the beginning, whistler and no pressure.

1. To start the day by finishing a book. 2. I'm sure we knew that the emergency kettle is a whistling one; but we'd forgotten since ...