... the most depressing day of the year; the last Monday in January. I'm overworked and tired, and finding the gradually lightening days are only just taking the edge off that
On the other hand, sometimes something just delights the eye and the mind - I was walking to the deli for a much-needed coffee the other day and found this little masterpiece on the steps outside the bank
Is it a Banksy? Does it matter?
Just delightful
Tomorrow John would have been 69, and HB and I will go out for breakfast in his honour and memory. He really liked breakfast. I'm amazed how well I've managed on my own, but I do wish I could be cooking his eggs-on-toast for him in the morning
I will take a moment to show H this little treat.
