Memorial Garden

It was 1 deg when I set off for the pool this morning and the moon was still up.

A, the plumber, was late, the guests finally left, I did some personal stuff and some work and then set off for Warriston.

Met up with J and we chatted. The service was, well a funeral service. We had to keep our masks on to sing (the lack of consistency across locations continues to defy logic). At one point the minister called the person we were remembering by the wrong name.

Home a different way to avoid all the horrendous roadworks and road closures. Did a bit of this and that and then some work.

I'm still working in that necklace. I fear it may never come good.