Dribs And Drabs

 I planted all my daffodil bulbs. Now I'm waiting for the next consignment.

There was a ghost in my dreams which was covered in some sort of scaly, flaky material- like porridge oats. It had a woman sitting on its knee,  like a ventriloquist's dummy. "Who's that?" I asked. "My sister," it said.

I  finished The Lily in the Valley, my favourite Balzac.  Next up is They Were Defeated- Rose Macaulay's only historical novel- of which I retain fond memories.

 Last week we took Edna and Miriam to the recycling centre shop. This week we're taking Elisa....