Home…

Such a tiny tiny snail, perfectly formed.
It was good to experience a tiny bit of London on my way home.. so busy, so fast..
I miss spending days there when Spike lived there, but don’t think I could do the same now.
Having slept very poorly it was good to have my bed.
My poor garden.. crispy!
I’ll say no more….
With the heaviness of the world it seems wrong to worry about such things.. gardens,tidiness,!!!!!!
Vic had told me he felt better.. not true.