quick good morning as I listen to that lovely song & my wincies soak in the dolly tub....beautiful day (so far), crisp, bright, very little breeze. I plan to wrap up & go sweep up the blown-in debris shortly....mmm, seems to be some navy p.e. pants belonging to a shaney class 3A (so that's how they pass a cold winters eve in Norfolk)... a chimney pot caked in bird-poop with a string of xmas lights tied to it.... some one's poodle skirt (erm, skirt with poodles on - not skirt for a poodle)... & a microwaveable slipper.....
Jude it's not flooded in Borrowash then? bet it's a bit high down trent lock
from a typical taurean...plodding, determined, sensual...or is it senseless?....but don't make me angry!! .....snorts & paws the ground