The Swans Are real

One dreary grey morning this week it was time for mum to head back to Australia (with plans for her next visit in place) and there were tears as I waved her off in a taxi to the airport. Luckily I had a rendezvous on the other side of town to keep me busy and spent the afternoon sat amongst piles of french vintage cookware working on a fun project that’s coming up soon, before a lovely long walk home along the river where I was quite confused to see a turtle along the banks before realising it was a giant stuffed toy someone had left out. At least the swans were real.