Sweetie jar

J was in London today, so Kilda had to be left while I went for a run. Tired before I started and another head wind going up and around the back of Arthurs seat resulted in a slight sense of humour failure around 6K. Decided on a bath tonight, as I seemed to have pulled a thigh muscle. After listened to a bit of music before getting an early night. In the new spare room I’ve put my granddad’s sweetie jar. When we went to visit it was always by the side of his chair in the front room. If I was good, then I’d be allowed to choose a sweet from it. Now it’s the room where I have the record deck, I just need to decide on what sweets I’m going to put in it.