Quiet day

As today was as grey and damp as a lapsed Zen-Buddhist's armpit hair, I only ventured out briefly to collect a package from the parcel depot, and have an interesting chat with Alan in the upholstery shop over the road on the way back. As well as restoring furniture (I'm looking for a secondhand chaise-longue) he collects and renovates prestige cars from the 60s, 70s and 80s, mostly American ones, and has had many used in local films and TV series in the past.

Decided to spend the afternoon tackling some long-overdue photo editing I'd promised to do for people, so out with the scented tealights and on with the Chopin. The pictures may be sh*te but at least I'll be relaxed.