Cock of the North

A longish walk with Juno this morning, more for my waistline rather than for the dog.

Passed a frantic looking lady who had placed a towel on a dead cat, assume it had been run down. Sadly having a dog there was not much I could do.

Work was a reality of rules.

Worked too late, ran home, struggled to keep going as my mind was not into it.

Quiet night in.

Spotted this on a block of flats this morning.

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