Christmas Box

Thanks to a fellow blipper, I now know the name of this fragrant shrub that’s been growing in the garden for ever.

Such a windy night, Jocelyn seemed to hit us harder than Isha. The broken fence was banging backwards and forwards all night long, which, along with the howling wind, meant little sleep. With Dad at day care, I was able to have my hospice zoom bereavement support session this morning. I then thought about popping into Bath for an hour but a friend turned up and instead we spent an hour or so chatting about issues that had come up in my session. As they say, it’s good to talk.

Thank you.