Moses

I used to have a car called Moses, the other car in the household was called Jesus. The naming of the cars is a tale of a drunken evening...you had to be there I suppose.

Our morning dog preamble takes us near a derelict croft. Lately the door has been open and...well it'd be a shame not to take a peek. It is long abandoned and even has the framework for box beds in there along with a glass wall cabinet of old crockery. The rest of it is full of rubble and rubbish.

The only other sign of who used to live here is in this inglenook, a biblical cutting resting against an old tin.

In other, much more boring news, I sanded about a third of the floor in the upstairs toilet. The house was full of dust. I hoovered everything...including myself.

My Boy has had a long, hard day. Hopefully tomorrow will be shorter and more pleasant for him.