By the entrance to our flat hangs a wind chime. I’m not a big fan of such things but Heather likes it so I hung it for her. As well as the metal tubular chimes there hangs, to catch the chimes in the breeze, a disk. I suspect it is supposed to be more evocative of the Sun but I always say it looks like a giant jammie dodger, and I want one.
Sometimes* Always, but, perhaps, sometimes more than others I miss my Mam. Most of the time it is a dull absence but occasionally something makes me want to lift the phone to someone no longer there. Apparently today is World Penguin Day (Wayback Machine as that seems down currently). I know this because I saw a list of things for it. Mam would have loved those paperclips, and a USB drive, and a lamp and ice cubes and penguin-opoly. All of it really. Sigh.