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.

Follow Her, no birds and Burns Night.

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