Wednesday.

 Yesterday afternoon the three of us walked into town with various commissions to execute. The first of these was to buy Ann some flowers for the  house, which I do most weeks (or as necessary). Freja and I had found some nice daffs in a bucket outside the flower shop, so took a couple of bunches into the shop with a view to purchase. The shop lady who is an old friend demurred (if that's the right word) over the daffs because they were French. She , like me, feels that the  French aught not to be encouraged. She said she was expecting some English ones in in the next day or so, and  they would be  half the price of the French ones and, of course, of better quality.  On the other hand, only the French ones were available at that point so I went against her advice and bought the ones in hand. Ann came into the shop at that point and said how nice the daffs were.  So everyone (bar possibly the shop lady) was pleased. They were in bud when purchased, but (as you can see in the above photo),  have come out completely  today, and are looking well.

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The above picture was painted by Ruth in Norway in 1991, and on a copper sheet. The four of us had hired a remote  ski cottage in Norway for a week in late May. We saw no one else during that week, saving one elderly lady walking in the forest who Ruth thought was probably a troll.  From our cottage we could hear a river. We explored and found the river about three hundred yards from the cottage. It was fed by the waterfall, and I decided on a  quick swim. I jumped in and found it was heart- stoppingly cold. Not surprising as the river was fed by snow melt water. I did a quick swim round the circular pool at the base of the fall, then was pleased to accept the assistance of Ruth and  Lasse out of the pool and onto the surrounding rocks. It was a lovely week. 

Got to go now; being called up to supper.

Good Night  All.