Fractious

It's been another interesting day in the Brexit debate. The Prime Minister continues to lose her voice. Wonder what history will make of this malarkey.

We have house guests, so after breakfast I went with them to the village of Painswick, 4 miles away, as they wanted to buy some William Morris patterned oilcloth similar to the type that we have on our dining table.

Well, my dears, the shop is an Aladdin's cave, a kinaesthetic heaven, a tactile paradise on earth! What a pity I couldn't photograph the texture of silk velvet. G and B bought two lengths for tablecloths, and vowed to return another day.
We toured the famous churchyard, with its Gothic mausolea and the 99 yew trees, and walked around the blustery village, exploring, before seeking the shelter of a coffee shop.

After returning to Stroud, I had a few things to do before heading off to Waitrose and then over Rodborough fields to pick up the children from school. It's a very steep route, and I found myself out of puff by the time I reached the housing estate on the side of the hill.

After my session was over, I walked home and was able to walk through the (other) field, in full daylight for the first time! Usually I avoid the field route at that time because it's dark and there are gangs of youths, and possibly mud or worse too.
Spring is beginning, despite storm Gareth fighting back.

We've spent the evening eating supper, which I cooked, and watching the political soap opera. Who knows what's going on?