White feather 2

It's been a miserably dreich day here, so apart from nipping up to the pillar box with a card, I've been in all day, finishing the painting job in the bathroom.

I'm off out this evening to an informal concert where my friend's husband, a retired viola player from the Royal Scottish National Orchestra, will be performing in a string quartet with his retired pals. There will be wine at the interval - bonus!

A delicate little feather has come to the blip rescue.