They don’t look real

The dahlias are still looking lovely.

I’ve walked to the local shops to take a parcel to the post office for my daughter. She’s feeling really poorly at the moment.

Having picked up some medicines for her I’ve litter picked as I walked back.

While making a sourdough loaf, I’ve been learning words for choir. When making a loaf you need to knead it every 30 minutes so it’s easier to do something that it’s easy to stop and start.

There was lots of fireworks going off earlier. Fortunately it’s hard to hear them in the house so the dogs are ok.