Good morning Mick and all from a sunny northwest coast.
Still tired after my travels. I’m on cat feeding duty for neighbours and sadly, the lovely chap who organises the music club was taken away by ambulance. He is on oxygen now, has sold his music and keyboard and has had “Do not resuscitate” tattooed on his chest. Part Liverpudlian humour and part what he desires I suspect…it made for a sadder meeting as he was on our minds.
I have been bitten to bu**ery, not sure if I’m not hoovering enough, it’s the CAT or what.
So glad to have an “empty” and recharge my batteries.
Thoughts to the troubled as always.
Locked room for breakables when grandkids stay?
"Old fashioned" expressions that young people have never heard.

. Today will be much the same.

