A quiet morning of gentle
A quiet morning of gentle satisfaction & domestic delight. On a Sunday morning, when possible & permissible, I give myself permission to ease off and enjoy small joys. Perhaps, reading a magazine over a Monster Beast Cappuccino & attending to small domestic chores. This morning, putting pictures of a young Les the gardener, then only 84, in Reddish garden; and a young Beaton Bunnerius Bun, then only one year + change old, in Reddish Coach Yard; into picture frames acquired in Stevenage and placed on mantelpieces and furniture around the house.
Shortly, to London and mastering the 1980s Crim, via Sparkford Churchyard to visit Elizabeth & Mr. Bennett, and tea with Mary Pearce near Wantage. Mary is now a Work Wrinkley, with the Bennetts since Coombe Springs in the 1940s. I visited Sparkford on New Year's Eve, a grey, wet English afternoon. Today, the sky is blue and the sun shines.