Dried

I had plans to do a number of things alongside my writing today. But I woke up feeling pretty ropey. I've been incubating something for a couple of days - have been feeling persistently cold and quite achey. So I've had a very quiet day, and I've made reasonable progress on this piece of writing.

And as a result my blip sees a return to the dried roses we've been harbouring for a while. And older white one, with the more recent pink/mauve rose from one of the bunches of flowers given to us before Christmas.