Sentries

This little lot were glowering at me from the side of the bath tonight. Had to turn them around in the end - they were quite putting me off my book.

Slow day: some tidying, some virtual Christmas shopping and getting a package of documents ready to send to the lawyer in France. So, therefore, having to endure the stress of writing a letter in French without making too many embarrassing mistakes of spelling, grammar or form.

Some backblips from my escape from the snowfields of the north are here:

Thursday: cliched seasonal tree shot
Friday: my dinner (part work)
Saturday: a bunch of small blurry feet
Sunday: some cheese

Nothing particularly inspiring. Must do better.