Bells, the bells

evening all.

I am at the point in my life where my daughter gets invited to more Christmas soirees than I, and I find myself relegated to the car park level of society.

Sitting, waiting and shivering by the warmth of an insubstantial radiator, radio wafting out croaky Christmas anthems and little if anything to take a decent photo of,

I fear a point has been turned.....

night all

various artists