Quiet times

I'm doing a lot of thinking, and whereas I sometimes do my thinking on the blog, I don't think it would be helpful right now, either for you or for me. So here are some photos of my rain-lashed garden instead... 

And my ridiculous agapanthuses. One shooting tall and the others, dwarves. What's going on?

The sun is shining inside

and out.

There are flood warnings for the local river, and if we want a dry bike ride we'll have to be home by 10 a.m. but first, Dave needs to perfect this morning's letter to the Guardian and I need to make my porridge.

À bientôt. 

Ooh, ooh, what I can tell you is that I'm mugging up on my French conversation because next week I'm going to France with Chrissie.