Posted by Tania Kindersley.
So there I had it, all planned, written out in my head in limpid prose, the perfect meditation on friendship which I promised you yesterday. Oh, it was going to be a dilly.
But sometimes one must admit to weakness, although it is a thing I hate to do. I am just too tired. My poor old fingers will hardly type; my brain has gone to mush. I squint hopelessly through my slightly smeared spectacles and search for words, and there are none left.
So there are just some slightly random pictures from the last week or so. At least you may have something colourful on which to gaze:
That last one is the miraculous chard, in the Cousin's amazing vegetable garden.
And The Pigeon, of course, who makes up for a lack of prose with her immaculate serious face:
And just one final thought, before my cerebellum switches itself off – the kindness of yesterday's comments was a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Thank you.