Daffodil Time

Mr Flum and I were based at the flat today, unpacking and trying to find a place for the  kitchen stuff - equivalent to fitting a quart into a pint pot. There's the added problem of predicting how much cooking/baking BB anticipates doing, what equipment he really needs and in which cupboard he would expect to find it.

So tomorrow we might go shopping on his behalf to pick up storage containers of one sort or another to see if we can rationalise what space he has.

Meanwhile, the same issue applies to other areas of the household and he is being very generous to local charity shops. 

The blip comes from the border by the main entrance, where we parked today.