Pointy

A foggy morning. Lots of dew covered cobwebs.

I woke up feeling as if I was coming down with something. Went back to bed with tea and paracetamol.  Felt better.

Pa came for lunch and put the world under his pointy judgement, having heard on the news that 40000 migrants had arrived in the UK this year.

Complained that I didn't have cream to accompany his pudding and accepted an invite from Mr RIU to join us at Christmas.