Fresh

When you have a day like yesterday. it's hard to believe the following day will be dreich and miserable. But it was.

Managed to dodge the worst of the rain for a damp walk through the village in the smirr, leaving my locks with their natural frizz. Then it was back home to despair over Android not-so-smart phones; five months old and the touch screen insists on telling me the weather, phoning people I don't want to talk to and texting rrrhhhhtttttuuuuuuuiiiiddddddddd without my fingers being anywhere near it.

Come back, my vintage Nokia, I miss you.