Busy, busy week of cooking and cleaning and gardening and baking and errands and trying (and failing) to deal with the chaos created by adding another household to one that was already over-full.
Luckily, there were birds:
And not birds:
The weather was perfect for walking:
But not for much longer because things are definitely heating up. Boo hiss.
I’ve been reading The Nursing Home Murder by Ngaio Marsh and The Tempest by Shakespeare, and watching Wolf Hall: The Mirror and the Light. So good.