NOT A DAFFODIL

By the time I looked at my photos from the garden and realised the daffs (for St David's Day) were even worse than this one, it was too dark to take any more.

We went to the Eye Infirmary for B to get some advice and information, as he's going to be officially registered as sight-impaired. Being the geeky sort, he was quite excited about some of the gizmos that are available, and he's already ordered one - a kind of MP3 player with huge visible buttons and no tiny writing or impossible LCD display. There's a talking microwave too, which might come in handy when ours dies, though it's pretty expensive. We'll have to start saving.