Breakfast

... christening the new bowls. The quotation says,

`Sound of a windchime whispering in the night breeze.'

I've now had a sort out in our kitchen cupboards so that we can access the new dishes safely. I think we have stuff that could now go to the charity shop.

A visit to Cannon Hall to meet mum and my brother provided a mid-day interlude. Some photo editing in the morning and displaying my newly purchased photo was one of my afternoon jobs. (I've added a few more picture hooks on the blank side of the stair wall so I can display a few more of my own prints.)