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As it traditional on these mornings, it was a slow start.  There was a lot of gazing into space and mainlining strong tea until I felt ready to really start the day.  But then, all too soon after lunch it was time for Ro to pack up all that wine (ok, not all of it) in her bag and head off to the airport.

The day continued in lazy vein (for me) with some lacklustre deadheading and watering in the garden and a dinner of leftovers.  Here's some fennel in front of the hazy heuchera flowers.