Morning mist rose

Only 3 flowers on this rose this year. And the deer have been in again and munched all the new growth of most of the others.

It was an interesting morning at Shona’s discussing “James “. Everyone got a lot out of it so there was plenty to talk about.

Bathroom Chris came to fit my grab rail so I’ll feel safer in the new shower.

Then we went over to Morrisons to get my passport photos done. After the fuss I had to get entry to Austria I don’t want to risk it again as I have only 4 pages left despite getting the big passport only 8 years ago. I got 4 hard copies and the digital number for doing the renewal on-line. I look so criminal I’m sure they’ll be happy to get me out of the country. Whether anyone else lets me in oversees remains to be seen. Mr C saw some gin on offer if you had a Morrisons card. He doesn’t so the checkout woman shouted over to someone to lend theirs. It could only happen in Northumberland

This morning he bought a pair of new shoes which did not pass the style police (They were supposed to be smart but looked like a cross between walking shoes and crocs) so I went with him to Rogersons in the village on the way home for him to reconsider. He now has a pair of summer tan leather shoes £14.99 and a brown winter pair £49. Success. But that’s it. I hate shopping - and shopping with him is not easy. He’s as indecisive as his mother who I used to have to take as his sister got too grumpy with her. Not saying I don’t get grumpy with him.