1 It was a typical November start to the day, a misty moisty morning* as we took J to school. It was so lovely to see him line up and be a part of the whole school experience, sadly no photo. When we returned I took this photo of a Nasturtium in the garden.
2 Walking down the hill to the tube train, I had help all the way from Grand-Baby T. What a little star she is!
3 It is always so good to come home!
*The weather this morning reminded me of this little nursery rhyme which my Mum always used to say on mornings like this and which I couldn’t remember in full so I have looked it up.
One Misty, Moisty Morning
One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather:
He began to compliment,
And I began to grin–
“How do you do?” and “How do you do?”
And “How do you do?” again!