Amaryllis Again

I'm rather disorientated at finding myself with the prospect of being here at the flat again all the time. I guess I've got quite institutionalised to Sandringham ward after 6 months there. It's so very quiet here without Chavo. I miss his voice and the constant voices of ward life. I'm going to take myself off to the market for some food, having done my Pilates routine to get my spine moving, got washing out in the sunshine, and looked carefully at this lovely White Amaryllis going strong in spite of my total neglect. I'll go chat to folks to break the sense of solitude.