Sunday

Sunday started with a walk along the canal, then Caen Hill Flight and then the Jubilee Woods. I was plugged into Audible and enjoyed every moment.

Clive and Gary had been to visit M in L. She was having a(nother) rant because every door was locked and she wanted to go out.

They were going out for lunch but as she was spitting feathers, they brought her home. I rustled up lunch and gave her jobs to do like mashing potatoes, wiping up and then laying the table.

She has a black eye and no one knows how she got it.

Clive is not firing on all cylinders. Perhaps it is to do with Xmas Eve but I suspect it is the plight of his mother. 

I am concerned that the girl in the middle of my photograph has no reflection.