Good morning from a hazy Bristol. I too can see the half moon from my bedroom window.
I’m sorry the operation scar has been bleeding, Mick, surely it shouldn’t have reopened?
My walk to Spanish was pleasant as usual, lots of beautiful peonies were open. I’m very fond of them.
In the afternoon, I pottered then went to see a neighbour, taking a bunch of flowers and foliage picked from our hedges and my beds. Very pretty.
When I got home, I was tidying up the sink ready for dinner later, when the doorbell went. It was DD and Iris! Iris was taking part in some of the 24 hour dance-athon put on by Flamingo Chicks: she wanted to learn the Irish dancing being taught. She managed 30 minutes, but wanted to do some other stuff a bit later.
Since DGD was at choir practice near here too, and they had a couple of hours to kill before the next session, they decided to visit.
It was incredibly surprising as they never come to visit!
Today, I’m serving coffee at church - unfortunately, I’m with a lady I find very difficult to work with. Ah well, it’s only for a couple of hours.
I hope all your problems and sadness are reduced this weekend. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩