Good old Pierre
of the de Ronsard fame.
He came to my aid first thing this morning, before the day catapulted into total disaster.
I was hanging out the washing in the glorious sunshine (as you do), and I twisted my ankle. Don't ask! I haven't the faintest idea how I did it, but I've been sitting in isolated splendour, upstairs in my big comfy chair - ankle all iced up and bandaged. I can hobble around - but only just.
I got the flower shot before the washing incident.