6.03 am

 

It’s dawn over Trelawnyd.

The sky looks like one Turner would have painted with big clouds tinged with pink and blue.

I’ve just taken Dorothy outside for a walk.

Mary is like a teenager. She won’t wake for hours so refused to join in.

I’m having a break from blogging for a while 

I will be back in a bit, no doubt, 

There’s no show without punch, as they say.

But, just for now, it isn’t doing me any favours 

Lockdown has chipped away at my reserve , towards this final push before normality,leaving me feel like a wall flower at a party

I have little to say but plenty to moan about.

Hey ho

Write soon xx