The White Swan*
Have a great night of sleep from ten o’clock last night till quarter to seven this morning.
Do my Astro Tarot Challenge post:
Then go for a walk with Mum to Frogmore Lakes. Five of the six cygnets 🦢 have grown up, look:
We see the blasted tree:
It is warm and sunny. My Aunty visits and we have a drink in the garden:
Fluffball comes to sit with us:
Have a quick lunch and meditate and sleep as Persia Lawson the Love Coach is talking at the Self Love Summit Digital Weekender at 3.15pm.
Mel Wells and Persia are great. The festival goes on till nine o’clock this evening so am just quickly scribbling this.
Chemo tomorrow. Let’s hope it’s not as vomit-inducing 🤮 as last time. Still: at least it’s on a Monday which allows me several days to become ill if I’m going to before the weekend.
I’m doing my Self Love Summit Digital Weekender in bed.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*1984. By Prudence Bebb. Murder novel set in winter 1814 in Georgian England at the White Swan 🦢 Inn.