Grumpy Sunday

What, no sun again..? This is a rubbish spring, vertical, just rubbish. In protest I will move my box as far away from the window and, incidentally, as close as possible to the kitchen. And turn my back at the grey day. Huff!

-- Jaffa --

Ten days later and the Box is still with us. Hm. It might be the most favourite box after all...