A Gleam in the Gloom

It rained today. It never stopped raining today. Darkness has fallen, and it is still raining.

These freesias have opened up at last - disappointingly, there is no perfume. At least they look cheerful. And I didn't have to go out in the rain for a blip.

TM has returned from his trip, having fitted in two work meetings and three visits to the children/grandchildren.

 He has collected his birthday present from the Kingstonites, forgotten when we were there in September, retrieved his chainsaw and brush cutter from the Yorkshire crew, picked up three sacks of Christmas presents (they are all coming for Christmas but are trying to free up space in their cars) and bought himself a T-shirt with a headless Santa on it. 

I wonder if that means he's intending to reinstate the beard before 25December?