Distressed

The wall of distress on a café near the Dower House. Distress seems to be all the rage at the moment; there is yet another café within spitting distance with an interior like the inside of a building site, but boasting a huge clientele content to sit with the bare bricks and peeling plaster.

Any personal distress is caused by the looming crunch day of 11th January when we will know if the present owners think it worthwhile to keep running Blipfoto, given the present amount of pledging.

With the rain,the Stygian gloom of a Scottish winter and the distress, I sit blipping, drawing and knitting rabbits, without a morsel of scone carbohydrate passing my lips. Roll on Spring. (I blame Poppy for the rabbits.)