Heart of stone

Not all those who know their minds know their hearts as well.

Written 2 days later
This is one of my birthday presents from a couple of weeks ago. Tess chose it for me.


Another camera-neglect day.
I didn't sleep well again last night and spent most of the day trying to avoid soft furnishings that called out to me to collapse upon them and take a nap.

I tidied, made beds and cleaned loos, and Richard and I managed to fit in a walk. In the evening Sophie, Dan and kids arrived for the weekend and we babysat while they went to a fortieth birthday party - all dressed up in 1920s gear.