My morning was lazy, to say the least, recovering from my trip to the City yesterday, all that driving and traffic Opening the front door at one point, to see how hot it was, I found a little bag of British sweets hanging on the doorknob outside. I didn't need three guesses as to where they came from. Got Phyllis on her cell phone at the airport, en route to Chattanooga, Tennessee, she'd dropped them off going to the airport.
The situation in the Middle East has taken over all the news programmes. I don't understand why they are giving the enemy so much information, and time to prepare. Surely the time to strike was a few days ago when they weren't expecting it.
I went out briefly this evening which is when I took this photo.
Isn't the Queen at Balmoral? Or has she turned into a little Miss Marple in her old age, solving mysteries and telling Scotland Yard to look into it.
At least they are giving Camilla a break.
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