My Chauffeuse was out today with her sisters.
I spent much of the morning reading more of “Clarissa” and took a walk round the garden this afternoon.
My intention was to focus on fuchsias, such as
but I was distracted by various dahlias;
roses, for example Ernest Morse;
and sinuous Virginia Creeper’s varicoloured clothing.
As usual at this time of year I became prey to spiders hoping for something tasty to fill their winter larders. This one didn’t finish up about my person.
WordPress comments and likes seemed to run quite smoothly today, but when I came to write the post I realised that this had been a con by the gremlins.
This evening we dined on second helpings of yesterday’s Chinese takeaway with similar beverages.