From the Breakfast Table

The view from the breakfast table in the porch this morning.  After the Current Mrs. Creel popped another piece of well-buttered kipper in me moo’ I snapped this from inside without even standing up.  No safety net was involved.

Washed the car, treated myself to the thrill of putting some air in my bike tyres, then went along to visit Raymond and Yvonne in the hear t of Dounby.  Back home for a light tea before departing to dancing.