Mrs Bradshaw gets the blues...

Another close to home shot, this time in the very front garden. A single emerging bloom of Geum Mrs Bradshaw, set against the carpet of forget-me-nots. Just one more week to go before Janet (hopefully) completes the journey begun on Good Friday and we can return to some sort of normality.

It's the Annual Parish Meeting this evening. Not a Parish Council meeting but a meeting of the parish, and usually most of the parish ignore it. Even so, the Parish Council host it and I get to chair it. We've installed a fair few defibrillators over the past year and we have a demonstration set up tonight - hopefully not on me...

And after all the chairs and tables are put away, it's a mad dash down to Lulsgate to pick up Charlie, who has come home from Lisbon to see her mum (and her dad). It's going to be a late night...