Ghostly Goose

This morning brilliant sunlight was streaming onto the tiled back of an old washstand. I'm very fond of the tiles, the art nouveau tube-lined ones especially. The others are plain poison green. On them , the light bounced off various objects on the marble top and created another, much more impressionistic image of a bird in the reeds.

The gas service man came and  bodged up a fix to the boiler, so now we have heat and light for which we are very grateful. We are of the generation who grew up with single glazing, open fires and no central heating. One bath a week ... When did we turn into such softies? 

We need a new heat pump, apparently. Someone will attend to that next Monday, hopefully the boiler will limp on till then.

I had to go to Gala for a bit of business, and I hoped to visit the Great Tapestry of Scotland in its new home. But when I got there, the staff and visitors were all standing out in the street, while the Fire Brigade stood by in their nice bright engine. No sign of smoke or flames so I guess it was a false alarm. (Extra)