Welsh, proud and gay

Busy, busy, busy. Family visited at the weekend. They went home Tuesday lunchtime. I planned to do some tidying but I fell asleep ...

Tuesday evening I was going to the theatre but my companion - and the person who had the tickets - forgot and was in work. Incidentally we were going to see an ex junior doctor talking about the horrendous hours and stress junior doctors have to survive in today's NHS. My companion is a junior doctor.

Yesterday catching up with Nuora and children with a walk by the canal. Along the path there is a tree where bees have made a hive.

 At one point the canal suddenly widens and this jigsaw picture cottage borders.

I've also been to the botanic gardens in a nearby park a couple of times recently. Not quite in full tulip bloom yet but nearly.

In other news, Husband took George to the vet last week for his routine injections. Turns out he has a broken canine tooth that will need to come out and a lump on his leg. We're waiting for the results of the biopsy before setting a date for his tooth removal op. The vet was quite hopeful it was just another fatty tumour.

I didn't win the Grand Prize in the tinfoil hat competition - the winner's hat was truly artistic and magnificent - but I garnered a number of votes especially from gay men. They must have been Welsh.