Tuesday's gone with the wind

Bit of Skynyrd to bubble around the dying embers of the first Tuesday of the month. Busy old day with loads of niggly little jobs that amounted to more than a quart to squeeze into a pint pot. Now I'm home with a couple of things to get finished before rolling into bed with Deaver.

I hope it's hanging together wherever you are and that the shine hasn't been rubbed off the month.