Good Night

Good morning

Embers

Sunshine and showers
and droopy forlorn flowers
Pass the mundane hours
From the view of the towers.

And so it shall be
Amidst the crashing scree
The end of destiny
And whatever will be.

The last embers that glow
Towards the end so slow
The seed of time is low
That ends the mortal flow.

Chinese New Year Buffet

So, here at Waterstone towers, we celebrated the Chinese new year. Anna, the Asian lass above me rounded some of her friends and they did a splendid Chinese buffet for us in the community room. Noodles, Chinese curry, some chicken and pork dishes, spring rolls and samosas.
It was all very filling.

Afternoon, I did one visit to Ashford to do a supermarket job.