Chores

It's been a day of chores - morning, domestic stuff and this afternoon, chores of the admin kind. Where does it all come from? And why do the chores never seem to stop coming?

This evening I watched a bit of TV and then had a phone conversation with a friend about the state of the nation, a topic that I think will become increasingly a subject of discussion over the coming weeks and months.

The flowers are part of a basket I received a couple of weeks ago as a birthday present. They are quite cheerful against the rain and low cloud outdoors. The rain and low cloud didn't seem to deter the setting off of fireworks locally though. Some of the bangs were frighteningly loud. It all seems a bit profligate in these straightened times.