Last day of winter?

After a fresh fall of snow what better thing to do than to go to work?
Unfortunately I did.

A stressful day in the depths of my old job again, with blue light taxi and workload enough for more than two.

A clinic appointment that I struggled to keep, but some new ideas for me to try. 

After slip sliding to Greta's house, on the black ice, I was delighted to enjoy the company of the great Harris tweed weaver, Norman. Amazingly he brought with him on the bus from Stornoway, a sack full of tweed selvedge. He is a lovely, if crazy man.


As aye

XS.