Today was a funny old day, and no mistake. I got tearful at Lloyds. Thankfully the manageress, Lindsey, was understanding. the cause? Poverty. I won’t go into the gory details. But skating on thin cracking ice is taking its toll.
Today’s Amazon delivery route (to be pronounced rout, as in a fleeing, defeated army… or, in pronunciation terms, American style) took me to Wittering and Stamford, amongst other places.
I wasn’t sure the fuel in the car would suffice to get me home. But it did, mercifully. Once home, we ate, and then I carried on with my Tiger I model.
