Mystery

A few years ago one of the artists who’d had an exhibition in the tearoom gave me a picture. It was a framed photograph he’d taken of a poppy and I’d admired it when he first brought it in.

It’s been on the wall in the ladies’ loos ever since. It’s a large, bright, happy thing and makes me smile.

Or rather it did.

On Tuesday Meg noticed it was missing.

Presumably now it’s hanging on another hook making someone else smile.

Grrrr