Trapped

Things are bad Chez Arachne, aren't they? Apart from the mislaid uncle, nothing but plants and a sunset for well over a week. I'm in voluntary self-isolation (remember that word?) trying to make sure I don't have Covid on Saturday. All will be revealed and after that the pictures will improve.

Not least a blip meet a week today in Porty. Edinburgh folk - see you at the Espy at 7.30.