I'd bought a bunch of pink tulips before Christmas. They're fading now but I like the textures and the way the flowers droop.
Today, I used the final leftovers from our Christmas dinner last week and made bubble and squeak fritters. They tasted alright.
A photo I'd worked on yesterday didn't satisfy me, so I started afresh. It's better but not mind blowing.
Len had to go to Leicester early to take Ben the cat to the vet, as Kat was unable to take him herself. William continues unwell which is a worry to the parents.
As for Ben, he was knocked out with anaesthetic to have a chipped tooth removed. It had been damaged in his accident. George picked him up this afternoon. As far as I can gather, he's now as right as rain.