PINKNESS

The little nectarella tree (though calling it a tree might be a bit of an exaggeration) in my yard, which I've blipped before, and which reminds me of my Dad for reasons explained last time, and of my very first blip. This year's blossom promises a bumper crop or a crop o' bums.

My new phone arrived today so I'll be spending some time tonight learning how to attach the string to the cocoa tins. I'm usually a technophile and really good at trying things out fearlessly, getting things going and problem-solving with technology, but lately with each new thing I find myself with a sinking feeling quoting Dorothy Parker: "What fresh hell is this?"