The shining

No, not the Jack Nicholson version, this lovelier one .

I always sing that to myself when there's warm sun pouring over me, as it was this morning. This time last year, I've just noticed, the Sri Lankan sun was shining on me.

Sending some much-needed solei to my cousin John. My aunty Imelda is seriously ill in hospital and, although she's made more comebacks than Liberace, this time it's not sounding good. Lots of love to the Sligo branch.