An odd place for spuds

Knit and natter this morning, I was late arriving as I overslept. 

It was very misty initially, but gradually cleared. I walked down to the GP practice to collect my routine meds and couldn’t believe how cold it was. My hands were freezing cold and fingers lost all sensation, it was 8 degrees when driving home.

A bowl of hot spicy bean soup, a warm beanie to clutch in my numb fingers and a nap on the settee were on the agenda for the afternoon.