This afternoon the doorbell rang and my favourite florist in town presented me with a bouquet of roses. Who could they be from? It isn't my birthday nor did I have anything else to celebrate. Far from it, since I have been ill for three weeks.

My friends in England, whom I was supposed to be having a lovely time with this week, sent me these beautiful roses with a lovely card.


What did I do to deserve such lovely friends? Thank you Gill, Maureen and Frances!