On Cashel St

I spotted this old converted corner shop on Cashel St enroute to pick up my repaired gaiters (all fit and ready for a day in the snow on Sunday - hopefully :-)

I'm glad this old timer has survived everything from earthquakes, developers and (heaven forbid) being turned into a real estate shop.

It struck me that there are postcards to be observed in my every day. Thus begins my postcard series.

I'm tired tonight. That's not surprising, it's been a long week (even though it's been a short week). At least I can look around and see downstairs look pretty good with dusting and vacuuming done. Plus I had time to bike to the pub for a pint.

I just need to check in with how Mum is doing and I think I can call it a day.