The shape of things to come

A little stroll through the cemetery to my home at the other end, after I got the bus home from town.

Working all day on my own in the town surgery was hard. I do it normally but I haven’t had a consulting room since January, so I just have to go to a different office every time and I can’t see patients there. Anyway, by 4 pm I was tired and wanted to go home . I stuck it out till closing time then dragged my bag over to the other surgery and left it there for tomorrow. Then I caught the bus home.

I made stew for supper, then finished
Poetry homework. My patchwork homework is proving trickier.