Friends not seen and family nor hugged it’s been a long slog of a year and I’m picking up pieces of self. It starts with a cup of tea then telling the gardens it is pretty . The season Spring is one to embrace and the Tulips are starting to emerge even though one has snapped I’ll blame the cat. The blossom are tickling the trees and there is optimism in the breeze .Not a banana bread is in sight and I never did bake it nor did I watch Tiger King.
The cat I’m sure is happy and I’m happy to have the company of the cat even though it’s nicked the sofa having progressed from nicking my chair.