The Symbol Of 2020

A horribly wet day. One of MrQ's Christmas jobs was to collect the turkey from the the farm. He is very unsteady on his feet and doesn't drive now but still wanted to do it, so he, Ollie and I piled into the car. He was pleased that the people at the farm recognised him even with his mask on.

Ollie was very interested in the turkeys, one for us and one for our daughter. She helped me stuff and truss them both. She loved giblets with her dinner. No point me taking any for Frankie dog tomorrow as she buries them in my daughter's bed.

After all the rain, storm light flooded the house in the late afternoon so I took Ollie for a quick walk. A rainbow always gives me a lift and is the symbol of 2020.