A Flooded Fidge

A walk around Toyness indicated that the Fidge is a peedie bit damp; undeterred the Hoy Hills have the temerity to peek over the top.

It was my mother’s turn to buy lunch; this time in Julia’s.  After lunch I endeavoured (for what felt like the 500th time) to extricate a DVD from her player.  I am amazed that she still has the strength to wield a lump hammer when she insets the disc.