Past Bed Time.

Mrs TD hadn’t been well over night and, although she said she was o.k. this morning, it was quite late before she appeared. Shortly afterwards, the tapestry was returned for her to work in her next little bit; the six ladies take it in turns and they all seem to suffer from bowel disorders when it is in their care. It seems that the responsibility of ensuring that it isn’t damaged (spilt coffee comes to mind) is too much for them.
 
For myself, I spent the day burning the paint off the front gate ready for repainting. I’m sure it’s not a healthy occupation for a young lad. There was a short break for lunch and a quick Blip on the lawn, though the clock seems to indicate that it’s time for supper rather than lunch. But then again, maybe it's practising semaphore.

I've just posted yesterday's "Dick Vet Pony."