Zara, not quite herself

Yesterday felt like a Sunday so today felt like a weekend bonus! I met up with Mr G to take flowers to the cemetery (our baby son would have been 29 tomorrow - oh where have those years gone?).

Great to see my Zara but she’s not been well. She ate something hideous (we know not what) and has had a very bad upset, and lost loads of weight. She’s on the mend but far from her usual self.

We had brunch and a potter around a car boot, then man and dog drove back to Wales and I am now installed at friend R’s for the (work) week.

Tried to catch up journals tonight, please excuse the very brief comments but there are so many beautiful and interesting blips to browse through!