Squirreling

A lovely lunch out with my brother and his wife, and a final Druid Camp planning meeting before camp starts in only nine days time! The day has too few hours. 

This fellow is concerned about possible post-Brexit peanut import tariffs... Food stockpiling is now a government recommendation and he's seeking hideaways for after the dystopian catastrophe.

My youngest, Charlie, is twenty four today and we had a lovely videochat with her as she and Rory had a birthday lunch with the Boston folk. And my eldest, Cheryl, is coming over with the abby tomorrow morning!

Aside from the squirrel's obvious and entirely understandable fears, life is good. 1300 isn't a celebratory number apparently, but that's my blip for the day. :-)