Buds

Finally got round to painting the last windowsill, and when I was shifting the plants to a dark corner I noticed that not only was the white cactus apparently getting a second wind, but the white streptocarpus has got a bud.

Had a Zoom with a potential new accountant in the afternoon (the lovely Tim having retired) - I'm sure he'll be fine, but I'm also sure that Tim has been undercharging me for the last twenty years at least.

Our extremely vulnerable friend with the covid down south seems to be holding her own - she's always been a member of the glass half-full tendency, but claims to be feeling much better. Everything still crossed, though.