Numbered

An old garage, its days are numbered.

From behind comes the throb, drone and smashing of demolition. Beside it a house with large pink 'D's' spray painted on the walls. Demolition is coming to this address too.

Not earthquakes just progress.

No walking or exercises tonight. Uncharacteristically I'll plonk on the couch. My foot reckons it's done more than enough toe raises.

My next exercise is patience.