Just another flower blip...

Woke up this morning to yet another change of plan. The wind was howling overnight and by the time we had sat down to breakfast it was chucking it again. So, the plan to head up to Forfar (usually and irritatingly, pronounced For-fah by sports commentators) loch with the dog was abandoned.

Went out for lunch with a friend who's up home from Nottingham before coming back in to find the daughter studying (on her holidays too - what is the world coming too) in front of the fire in the front room. The dirty look was directed at the person (the man) who opened the door thereby letting the warm air out / cold air in.

As for the guy with the flower - he was given to me at Christmas several years ago by the man. Makes an interesting talking point when the ladies of the WRI come to call.