Another Day, Another Job

Job ticked, amongst many others. Getting ready for birthday boy, Jesus. Our loo roll holder has been wobbling for some time now. Weeks, if not months or possibly a whole year, and a bit more? Anyhow, something tells me our No.2's will never be the same again. Apparently the commonest way mobiles go missing is via the toilet. It has never happened to me before, but one of my mobiles did, once, decide to clean itself in a washing machine. But that's another story.

We had a full brekky each at the Burleydam this morning then we laid our reefs on our respective graves afterwards. Strange how it used to be six of us, then five and now four enjoying a Sunday breakfast every now and then. Happy memories stay with us forever.