Plane Sailing

It was the sort of morning that took me back to childhood. You would just close your bedroom door and get the stamp collection out on the floor and then get a saucer with water to soak the latest stamps off some envelopes. Or get my tobacco tins full of model soldiers out to arrange across my table. Who cared what it was like outside.
Now that I'm a grown up of course, I have more pressing and important rainy day tasks. Such as sawing, planing and staining wood. And much bigger toys.