Saturday

It rained in the early hours but the ground was hard and dry when Hetty and I went out walking. 

Our lawn has an audible crunch underfoot.

Violet joined us for a walk into town this afternoon. She's chatty and well.

Daughter had another post TBI mental health assessment yesterday. It appears she's reaching the top of the waiting list for regular therapy with the NHS.  That'll save a few quid. The sessions she has had are £70 per hour.

You'd think therapy would be vital immediately after the trauma and perhaps fewer appointments a year on.

F is planning Christmas in NYC. Her flatmate, Jess, is a travel agent for those with plenty to spend. Jess suggested that they go to New York. She'll get the right price.

F was concerned that'd I'd be upset but I know it'll do her so much good! How could I be unhappy.

Hot and humid.