Solitary reflections II

It's been one of those pottery about days. Bit of cleaning, bit of painting, bit of a wander around the corner to photograph some big apples.

Tonight is just me, a bottle of Rose and the telly for company. But it could be worse, there could be no wine.

Haven't quite reached the depths of Bridget Jones in her PJ's with a bottle of Vodka singing "All by myself....don't want to be....sob....all by myself..." yet.
Give me a couple of hours. ;o)

Sure I have that on my iTunes somewhere....

Hmmm. Perhaps I'd better have something to eat before I drink any more of this tasty vino!