I've probably reached the end of the tulip shots. Or not. It really does beat a panorama of the supermarket car park or the mall car park or the school car park.
Nathan was home unwell, and I visited the doctor and bought wool and ate an unremarkable lunch all by myself, except for the sparrow who was eating dropped chips under the table next to me. We kind of hung out. I also wrote a letter. Half a letter. Warren forgot to buy a TV decoder thing and I forgot sauce for the tacos. Eilidh climbed a volcano. Iona had an ordinary school day.
How do you grow peonies? Iona and I want to grow peonies. And purple beans, and sunflowers.