Thursday, February 6, 2020

Sunrise was frosty


and misty, and a bit too early, but I have to be up for the meter-changing man

Who isn't here yet.

Had breakfast, emptied the bins, sorting my day, laid the fire, wood in, rubbish out, washing sorted..



Perhaps I'll brush my hair.. Are you there? I'm perfectly convinced you are not, but that's not important.