Earhole

H was in town today, stuck for something to do had an impulse ear piercing.

She was very brave.

As a reward for bravery we went for lunch at the Plough and Fleece in Horningsea, which was excellent although the whole place was full of very old people. Old people are lovely of course but most of them seemed to be suffering from consumption.

I seem to be getting my annual cold, the only sign of this is my voice which has become somewhat croaky. I think I might actually be able to sing Wandering Star ;)