C there is a stop-frame explosion of very delicate, very tiny, creamy palest pink-brown orchids in the park. Up against the oak tree, they're frothing away in freeze frame and delighting all the visitors to the caff.
As one of my friends said, they make what looked like nothing into something. Spirit of Seniorboy, I do believe.
Can I get the pictures off my phone?? Can I hell. Sorry.
A quiet day; Mr C has expressed an interest in a Bakewell Slice. I've just scrubbed the upholstery down as people are coming round and they won't want to leave covered in a thick duvet of cat fur. Two lots of sick on the balcony.