Escape Route

I was at a kids party this afternoon.
Jeez it was noisy.
With one young Madam teaching the others how to scream in the manner only young girls can.

I had to get out of the place for a few minutes to prevent the trickle of blood from my ears becoming a deluge.
Mind you, knowing my luck I would go up the stairs and get hit by the express train on its way to Carlisle.
But I did find out that the bridge over which the rail line runs at this point is called the Whistleberry Bridge. Why, I have no idea.

My back is worse than it has been in a long time now and pain killers washed down with whisky have not worked.
I think tomorrow will be a quiet day.