Toots in Solitude

By Toots

2011challenge,tired

Donald could no longer stay awake. At the table. With a pot of tea in front of him.

Today I didn't heed the maxim of 'cast ne'er a clout' and on my walk along the sea shore I could bear it no longer, the cold was penetrating my bones taking away any enjoyment of the amble.
The car felt a haven.

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