I think my blog muse maybe under the mist. Poor lass, she hasn’t had much opportunity for playing out for the last couple of weeks.
The closest she’s got to kicking up her heels was to admire a vase of traffic stopping red anemones on my desk.
I’m shame faced to admit they faded for want of water, not the passing of time
(a short life, but a thirsty life).
We are also suffering from a tediously slow Internet connection, you folks run along ahead, I’ll catch you later.