A very late lunch alone; grandchildren at the condo unit since early yesterday morning.

Now boiling a pot of Peter and Christine's rose buds a.k.a. rose hips tea, with a little dread. When we were in Singapore Allan Holst loved it very much and insisted that I try some, and I actually didn't enjoy it. I don't like food and drinks that smell and taste like flowers taken at a funeral wake, which is why I always detested sampaguita ice cream.