MacSporran has baked one of his wonderful loaves of crusty bread. I can smell the richness of it as I type.
Finished a wrapping session. Everything is tickety boo. The wind has abated. The rain has ceased. I shall pay my regular visit to Tabitha's chalet. She didn't visit last night. I'm willing to bet that her territory is vast. She will return. When she feels so inclined.
Wishing you all a cosy evening. I may call in a little later on the Kindle thingy. I've not had much success posting on it. I think that I've posted only to discover the following day that I haven't.

And finally.........................Please bring it back
Mega dinghies transport 230 migrants in one go. 80,000 arrived under Labour.


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