post apocalypse

- there will nothing left to do but sit in a radiation-proof cafe and look at nothing outside.

Big bricks

ok, that's the last reference to coffee, cafes or cake for the moment - I suspect that one of my subscribers is keeping count.

Tomorrow a Sustrans evening patrol, which I shall attempt to blip.

Later I shall prepare myself mentally for Friday's challenge, which is possibly 'movement'. I shall try to illustrate this with blips of me crashing around the tennis court and cursing in a most ungentlemanly manner.