Tax

It looked rubbish out there when I eventually dragged mesen out of bed and I ummed and aahed and then ummed and aahed some more before pulling on various layers of cycling clobber and me new rain jacket and heading out for a very wet 53km along the coast. If it hadn't been for that rain jacket...

An afternoon  at home with coffee, biscuits and The Beatles. I never listen to The Beatles, it's all this book's fault.

Man