Hebe

At last it’s a quiet day - for me at least. I write our Christmas letter. Yes, we’re one of those annoying couples who send out an annual missive - but it’s one way we can keep in touch with friends we seldom have the chance to see.  I make soup and a batch of veggie cottage pies. And I pop outside to take a few shots of the only flowers in our garden  - the purple hebe just outside our front door. 

Poor G is out most of the day, rehearsing then performing in the Bangor University Christmas concert. I’d like to go, but we both decide it would just be a bridge too far after the last few days.