Bud

My chief disappointment, this year, of which, happily, there have not been many, was that the Surprise Cinema project was not a success. I think I did four in the end but the (albeit mild) anxiety arising from the unexpected problem with getting bums on seats sealed its fate.

With characteristic kindness and generosity, Dom sent me a rose tree (plant? whatever) to say thank you for the ones that did take place. It lived on the hall table for a while until the Minx gently pointed out that the lack of sunlight might be killing it. 

So I moved it into the kitchen, where it has blossomed both figuratively and literally. Today, well into the autumn, I was surprised to find a new bud in amongst the leaves, which provided me with a moment's deep happiness. Sometimes it really is the small things. 

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