It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

90 year old hand

Off to pub for supper. 

Why does one's mind go blank when trying to remember the events of the day? I had baked buns and varnished twenty wooden drawer knobs before 9.30 am this morning. I'm rarely so productive before 10am. Must be the SAD lamp.

Massive blow out in my wellies, discovered when wading through deep puddle, yesterday.

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