Potty

Last week I bought a gardening book.
Tomorrow my new shed arrives.
Next week I turn thirty five.

I guess this is middle age.

A couple of weeks ago I rode my bike again for the first time in a few years and it was a bit of a nervy experience. After a few more trips into town I feel good again. This morning's ride into town was utterly glorious and the quarry was perfectly draped in Spring light. This evening my hands froze through my gloves.

We had a good time at Prestfelde school this morning and got to hang out with the Chaplain who was brilliantly dapper with his three piece suit and pocket square.