Good morning all from a sunny Sarthe, at last!
The patient (DH) has had a better night, thanks to Diazepam, after a somewhat difficult day. We completed a few errands yesterday, including refuelling my car, where we waited patiently for an elderly gentleman to fill his car via the pay at pump facility as the pay booth was closed. After he drove off, we found his bank card still in the machine so DH handed it in at the nearby supermarket.
I’ve attached the poem Nicholas Nye by Walter de la Mare for the donkey lovers among you. It’s a poem I learnt from my mother and have always loved.
Wishing everyone a happy day and thinking of the many in England for whom term starts. ???