Present circumstances is prompting the tidiness bug which has invaded me. Before I start cooking the kitchen must be clean and everything in its place. The floor must be clear of crumbs. The problem remains that bending is still a problem as I hobble about the house and for some reason remember my aged grandmother whom I now realise was of a like mind.
A tangerine sky when I raise the blind the other morning. The wind blows white and orange clouds past the window.