Neglect

My much neglected camellia is budding again for the first time in years. It is probably appreciating the fact that it's had a few feeds since the end of March. I think there are half a dozen buds, of which this is the most advanced.

Otherwise, I plodded on, continuing the process of figuring out quite why I'm finding life so difficult at the moment. Mr A defrosted some soup, and we had it with flatbreads for dinner, along with a crumble, which he was very critical of. I thought it was pretty good, to be honest. After dinner, we watched The Sense of An Ending. I thought it sounded familiar. I worked out why afterwards. It's because I own the book on kindle. I must read it. It's definitely my sort of book.