Not all a bed of roses

Meetings can be the bane of life.  Especially when you end up back where you started two or three meetings ago, with all decisions in between reversed and all work nullified.  Grrrr.  In the afternoon we started to pack up the caravan for next week's trip.  And like a couple of kids we then sat inside and had a glass or two of sauvignon blanc.  Practising for summer!  The roses are N's from Mother's Day