Outside, the building work in entering its final phase (I hope). And our primroses have survived the experience, including being buried for a while under three feet of soil (the marquis dug them out and they have responded wonderfully).
Our rhubarb, in the front garden, is flourishing: fresh rhubarb pie is on the menu for the very near future.
Regular gym visits and work with fixed weights are keeping my shoulders mostly mobile and relatively pain-free.
And here is the extraordinary story of Kazimierz Piechowski and his friends, who escaped from Auschwitz.