Stepping Lightly

Time to knuckle down. Soon (ahem) the steps above the top patio will be as suitable for dainty little footsteps as these.
But first, a bit of ferrying the daughter about - she’s jiggered her knee with all that gym stuff she does. It’s not meant. Did her granny go to the gym? I think not.
And later (after a wash in the sink) off to Herringbone to meet PT and young K and hear all about their Rockall and St Kilda trip. That could have been that, but a very handy omnibus passes said establishment and transports one up town - and thence onward to the twinkling brassy fonts and leaded lights of the famous Gravediggers.
And arriving home, someone had very kindly put my new lamp on the half demolished steps to remind me of my day’s labour.