I felt a bit like this today.
Relentless heat in Beckenham
40c in our kitchen. Too much for me.
Butterflies and fag-butts at webuyanycar
The modern day keyboard warrior does not give up.
“Ah Mr Mansell, come in and sit down please…”
This photo is of a photo from 2014 of my dear old mum just as I remember her: cooking chips on the stove. She passed away on August 4 of that year aged 86.
Beckenham High Street
When is this nightmare going to end? 😦 Almost every aspect of life is now governed by this horrid contagion.
Do you know if it’s genuine?
I’m always a little nervous when items ordered over the internet are packaged to suggest they are aimed at other counties. These toothpaste tubes suggest Poland is where they were produced or destined, but who knows whether they are genuine or not?
At the end of the garden
A heavily (over?) processed image of the novices common room at Battle Abbey ruins.
To think that I am standing in the same room novice monks used in the 13th Century.
Routine clinic appointment
Finding an available and accessible (wide enough to open the door and put my wheelchair by its side) parking spot is always the challenge when having these appointments. Now the new normal routine is quite different with face masks, hand gels, wipe downs etc. all taking place.
I’m enjoying the viking saga The last Kingdom at the moment.
June 18 1940
Gone before you know it.
New signs of life
Old slow and brittle