Fireworks

A recovering Neil got up for lunch today, and it was so pretty - roast chicken, sweet corn, sweet potato, cornbread muffins and salad - I took a picture, and thought that would be my blip. The rest of the day was quiet - he went off to rehearse and then perform, and I read a lot and caught up with Dr Who.

But then I spotted that Neil had snaffled a ringside seat for the fireworks, and I couldn't resist.