So we survived another storm more gentle than the predictions. 


I am here cosy with a heart drawn in my diary where the word mill used to be.


I never minded going yet pleased today that I am not.


I shall miss the customer conversation if any customers there are.


Yet not the guilt at judgement which may have come involuntary.  My mothers shadow.


So a nice day here with all that entails.
I hope the same for you.