Light

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

At last it's Friday. Jules has taken Mac to Deddington and I follow on after work. Cook Jaime Oliver's Chicken Pie ... yum. Jules is grumpy because he wanted to go to the pub, but didn't say anything until the pie was half cooked and I was starving.