Yellow roses

What a bitterly cold and windy day. I made one short foray to the village shop for milk, but that was all.

I had decided that an indoor blip would be a good idea. Here are three of the yellow roses brought by Sandy. So far they are opening up perfectly and I am thrilled with them.

Arth has been very well behaved after yesterday’s outburst. I haven’t needed too many painkillers.

Margret called this morning and Julie this afternoon. Julie and I had a look at the two photo books of Trish Murtha’s work that arrived the other day. She photographed in the west end of Newcastle. https://g.co/kgs/gnp9M8

I’m glad that we are cosy and warm tonight and both in less pain.