Tuesday thoughts and expressions.

Lucozade and grapes is what we gave the infirm...

To see a grey horse fall on a racecourse and to be trampled underfoot...

These two are wonderful.

This morning we were together all the way. Lola has taken Ruby's space and Ruby is wrapped in Lola's throw.

I've come upstairs and neither can be bothered to move from their particular righteous spots, apart from one another: there is a small chance they could cuddle up to each other and sleep not so solitary!

Another couple of chapters and I am done. They're still downstairs, apart and serene, soon they will both bother me to belong alongside once more?