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I wasn't going to blog today as I've started a run of night shifts However my new postman ( who seems more cheerful and who is wonderfully bearded unlike my previous bad tempered old duffer) delivered a cushion in yesterday's post. The cushion was handmade by Scarlett who thought it was apt for Winifred who, as you all may remember ,has a healthy dislike for all scatter cushions. Thank you again Scarlett, I have written to you yesterday. I was thrilled by it. I have no other news. Save for the gut wrenching disappointment I have for my new frying pan which seems to encourage everything I try to cook to stick to it.   I know I need to get out more Well I am trying xx

I took this picture at the Albion pub in Conwy last week sometime. I had driven over to Llandudno with Mary to drop papers off at my solicitors then decided to pop over to the Art Deco pub, hidden away in the narrow streets of Conwy town for a drink and a scotch egg. Every table in the pub was decorated by a simple spray of daffodils So lost in day dreaming I hadn't noticed a man waving at me through the serving hatch at first, but finally I did and he walked around to my snug table to say hello I nursed his partner at the hospice We chatted for a while and during our chat he summed up the whole complicated and multi facetted phenomenon of grief in one single poignant sentence " Grief is just love that has absolutely nowhere to go"