Abstractly real

Or really abstract?

Woke up very chesty and cancelled my trip to London and Tate Britain as the weather was foul again.

Spent the day at home doing odd DIY jobs and sorting out stuff as the new kitchen reached the 95% complete phase. A vast improvement.

A quick late afternoon trip to the local pub as a reward, by which time the sun was out and the world was looking great (although everywhere is soaking from yet more heavy rain).

In homage to the late great Maggie Smith we watched her in Gosforth Park tonight. A film that could have been excellent but for Stephen Fry’s awful character. But she was perfect as the scheming and eccentric old duchess. RIP Maggie, you were brilliant.