Just queuing for a cappuccino at Bloc and admiring the daffodils and crocuses.
Sitting with a cappuccino on a park bench is one of the tiny social activities that’s keeping me sane as we near the end of this (hopefully last) lockdown.
Last night I managed to colour my hair with minimal effort. It was so easy, I doubt I’ll ever go back to paying the hairdresser. Getting a cut is another matter. I managed to do Lottie’s, but she wasn’t pleased.
I went up to Derbyshire the week before last to see Dad. He’s doing well but looking forward to being able to see more people. In the meantime Tracie, his cleaner, is doubling as his personal trainer and keeping him in shape.
My friend Russ Willey is a great admirer of Dad’s poetry. He’s spent the last few weeks putting together a beautiful website where Dad’s poems are presented in groups. It’s ready now, so head over to Gateway to Delight!
Russ has his own brilliant website, Hidden London, with over 1000 pages on London’s secrets. You could lose yourself in it for hours.
And while we’re at it, I might as well add the three websites he’s done for me. My translation website, Casa Capena for my Italian holiday homes and Hidden Lazio (which is about to be amalgamated with Casa Capena).
Will sign off with this inspiring message from Bloc’s side wall.
2022 and all that 