Fig Tree to the rescue

This lovely message adorns the wall at the village spa. My shoulders are now no longer up around my ears thanks to Sarah’s magic pummelling.

I was welcomed home by the sound of trickling water which turned out to be a broken valve in the toilet cistern. Not quite the evening of sanctuary and calm I’d planned swishing buckets of water down the system!

Homemade curry, wine and Great British Bake Off when I finally sat down!

Just read my friend Helen’s blip about her busy day hosting NHS workers at Leeds Castle with a little help from Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. Well done Lala!