You put a left leg in….

…a left leg out….and shake them all about.

After marmalade o’clock, I nipped into the garage for a spin on the kerosine express. Then up the road to Eskbank for, hopefully, the last showing of Aunty K’s flat. Very unfortunately the toilet radiator sprung a leak in the bleed screw valve as I was showing a potential buyer around the flat. Of all the times…..

Then, having rigged-up a temporary water collecting apparatus from jam jars and gaffer tape, I made a dash to a Scouters meeting and managed to limit my lateness to 20mins. I hate being late for anything.

Noticed this beauty on the wall near the garden tool cupboard first thing. Imagine the terror of that creeping toward you if you’re the size of a fly.