Gladstone Terrace

After:
A chilly hour at Spartans; but Tom at least scored this week (albeit an OG)

A warmer but head shredding hour at Grace's school Winter Fair; puppet show was funny, food was good, but having the noise of 400 school kids on a sugar rush echoing around? Ouch

An hour perusing possible sites for a Cigs / Cigs exhibition

*taps side of nose whilst winking*

That's winking

And then finally before the gloom and rain set in, we scurried by a less than obvious route home past a paper recycling bin in Sciennes. There's actually 2 on here; but the top one is all but faded. The drippy yellow paint one steadfastly remains; undated, a single confident underline.