Drying Flowers

After the fun of the last two days, a day of duties and running about, finally running the son over to the East side where someone had tried to nick his motorbike which had been left unchained and uncovered for all of an hour. We got it back home hot-wired, but the steering lock is a bit jemmied.
Interesting reminiscence from my Dad which I might not have shared: he had motorbikes in the 30s and told me how he would just leave his gauntlets and hat on the bike's saddle while he went to the cinema or dancing. No one would think of nicking them. That's so hard to believe but it was utterly true. Makes you think, eh? Or rather, it ought to make you reflect on the nature of change. Yes, you boy! At the back! What did I just say?

[the daughter has been drying flowers]