hexa pentomino

Going through my mother's sketchbook. She had been a working draughtsman, then became a big embroider/quilter when she retired. She was fascinated by shapes; there are pages devoted to mazes, the sierpinski triangle and hexagons, which delighted her. Here she's trying to find out how many ways five hexagons can fit together. She then made this into a quilt. No wonder she had migraines.
Her less detail-oriented daughter (me) managed a nice round of tennis in the morning, food shopping with M, preparation of lasagne for family in greenwich tomorrow. Watched the end episode of a thriller, the bad guy - responsible for quite a lot of European crime - mercifully caught. The sweet handsome good guy who I thought they'd kill off, lived. And so on. Oddly, I stayed awake for quite a lot of the night reviewing the ending of this really quite shallow bit of entertainment.