Cooking, GN and laundry all day.
Short and welcome visit from the lady for whom I make shortbread; she brought a shiny package for under the tree.
Lovely neighbour opposite came over with a bouquet of silver beet as 'thanks' for the cake. His daughter has just a glimmer of hope that she may rise up the list for housing.
Fingers crossed.
Ate a tin of sardines for tea. Now off to bed. If anyone is still reading this thread, Night-night.
How will you stop the strikes?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic