Winning at roses

I walked past this time on our lunchtime walk and pulled up sharp- just a few roses left but they smelt beautiful. And a blue plaque- Gladys Morgan , I recognise her face but she seems to have been on telly well before I would have remembered it. I did like Frankie Howerd though.

Rosie has sorted her limp out so we are back to normal walks tomorrow. First she was walking normally and the next she was limping. The only thing that changed in between was the last bit of Will’s dinner had vanished from an inaccessible spot on the table. I think there was an attempt at acrobatics which didn’t end well.