Red Cardigan

Took loads of photos of these narcissi, glowing in the afternoon sun, and almost deleted this one, with the spilt muddy water and clothes slung messily over chair, and then decided I liked it best, especially said cardigans... strange.

The narcissi are in a red pot Beth got me for my birthday, thanks, Beth! The butter dish I bought in Burgau, her town in the Algarve.

- seeing my daughter so happy
- delicious lamb's liver for lunch (!)
- Mike plowing on with the bathroom in spite of feeling unwell

Poem about a very different cardigan.

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