Wellies

Tonight I lost my photograph for the first time in ages.  It on;y happens when the computer crashes, which usually happens when I need to do some deleting.

Anyway, I didn't like it that much, being too much like yesterday.  Taken at the bottom of Broughton Street on the way into work, after a long argument about wellies, gloves and a hat.  Specifically:  who gets to put them on.  Almost like she know I had a 9.00 meeting that I was unprepared for. 

I came close to not doing any painting, but realised that if I didn't do something like that I'd be snoring early.