Pretty little faces

A bit rushed today. It’s amazing how straightforward things seem to grow and grow.

Car service. Outrageous prices. It cost ten times the price of my first car, in 1969. Mind you, it did include two new tyres.....

I hated the courtesy car. Lovely sunny day and nobody had shown me how to turn the heating down or off ( touch screen on the main panel apparently.) At least I managed to open the windows......

If you ring Virgin Trains to change a ticket, you lose the will to live.

At least the little violas still smile.

I think I’m just getting old.......