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.
Write soon xx