Yellow

The gorse is in full bloom. Its pungent smell of coconut always makes me feel slightly queasy. Much against my better judgement the spaniel and I have had to decamp to my father's bungalow in Oxfordshire this afternoon. His carer hasn't turned up for two days and isn't answering the phone so we assume she's unwell. My father is 97 and more or less completely immobile so we don't have much choice. He hasn't left his room since last November which I guess puts "self-isolation" into perspective.