The Dark Nights

Well it feels as though they've arrived good and proper now - the dark nights.  Driving back from town just after 4pm and this was the view looking west over County Durham.  It felt right to pop into the cosy looking pub that we knew was close by but MrsDB refused to go in as she wasn't wearing her 49 layers of rouge, powder and polyfilla.  I was looking quite scruffy but didn't care.  There was an exchange of opinions.  If I'd agreed with her we'd have both been wrong.  I drove on in stony silence.

Oh dear, our first row...