Winter pansy.

A can't see your hand in front of your face day. I only moved out of the house to feed the birds, put the bins out and photograph a winter pansy at the top of the garden.  Set Roomba in action downstairs, spruced up the kitchen and hoovered the stairs as Andy was coming for coffee.  I don't suppose he would notice but I'm always quite pleased that something motivates me to do a bit of housework. The afternoon was spent chatting over coffee and stollen and covering everything from people who drop litter, millionaires becoming MP's, MP's becoming millionaires and the proposed whisky museum in Falkland.  By the time Andy left the fog was so thick he could almost have got lost crossing the road.