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.

Cleaner than before, line dancing and downpour.

1. This has been frustrating, but the windows are now at least cleaner than they were. 2. There is country and western music on the Pantiles...