Wreath

I came home the other day to find our neighbour putting up the wreath that the Minx makes for them each year. I don't even know when she did it!

The one in today's photo is the one she made for us. 

I took the picture when I popped home after my guitar lesson and before setting off for London.

It wasn't a bad drive, just long and a bit dull, and, as ever, irritating going around the M25 and up the A3.

Still, there was a huge consolation to be found in an evening with my brother, Wol, and his pal, Nick. Their company was excellent and we enjoyed drinks at the Hand and Racquet in Wimbledon before walking up to the village for a curry. Great stuff. 

PS Good news from Abi, this morning. The swelling went right down overnight, so hats off to the consultant. She had another scan and then was allowed home. I'm so pleased she's back in her own bed.