Washing Line

As her parents were getting ready for Becky to drive them to hospital check-up visits for Ellie,

Jackie took the opportunity to enjoy our great-granddaughter who

remained perfectly placid,

when neither strenuously yawning,

nor searching for her fingers – a potential source of nourishment.

With her brightly coloured nappies/diapers she has, of course, given a new meaning to the concept of the washing line.

Later in the morning, Jackie and I took a forest drive.

While Mrs Knight shopped in the Tesco Express at Brockenhurst I had every opportunity, when waiting in the car, to decide whether the animal depicted on the fence was equine or bovine. I was unable to reach a conclusion. Floppy ears on the side panels suggest a donkey; the elegant muzzle suggests a horse; the widespread ears and forward projecting nostrils on the darker cross-beam suggest a cow.

Ian had returned home to Southbourne yesterday, so did not join us for dinner which consisted of succulent roast lamb; crisp Yorkshire pudding and roast potatoes; firm cauliflower, carrots, broccoli and Brussels sprouts, with tasty gravy. Jackie drank Caparelli Pinot Grigio 2021; I drank Barossa Valley Shiraz 2017; Becky drank water; Flo and Dillon drank fruit cordial.