These ladies turned up again. A little late for the new year but they mean well. They are as real to me as the invisible lady next door...who is real...because she just rang the doorbell looking for the number of a man that fixes televisions. The usual man is in Germany...as are all the usual people here right now.
Anyway, she's much smaller than I remembered her.
Here's a bit of music that makes me want to fall over and watch the starry sky.