The Spectre at the Feast

Yet another trip to the blue and yellow store this morning and another self assembly job requiring my absence from the do -it-yourself battle ground in order to avoid confrontation.

I retreated for a hot chocolate to the Tea Tree House and met some blippers there who were enjoying the company of David77 in various two dimensional forms.
He was the spectre at the feast so to speak and he graciously allowed himself to be blipped over a cup of tea.

The rain which had rather spoiled the morning, cleared after lunch and it was time to sit and blip outside in the sun.

Apart from the fact that the entry system to our flat seems to be jinxed and no-one can get entry ( a fact that his Lordship rather likes, I have to say) everything is still rosy at the Dower House. Long may it continue.