DOORSTEP

A mostly grey day so a doorstep drippy blip now that the Christmas wreath has come down and the hanging basket is back in place.

Either it's the three-week accumulation of sugar and fat catching up with me, or the realisation that grandson numero uno is 24 today (how did that happen!?), but I'm feeling suddenly more-than-exhausted, so I'm going to have a bit of a lie-down.