To the Victor, the Spoils

With post holiday blues setting in, I pondered long and hard about today’s lack of blipping potential.
This is the best I could do- the tangible and edible mementoes of my holiday.

It’s a muggy day here and there has just been a downpour timed to coincide with my exit from Söderberg where I felt a stranger as so many of the staff have been appointed since I was last there.

I am expecting some of my children this afternoon, coming to check if I am really home and still alive and kicking.