Neither Here Nor There

By Droog

Son of Sunset

Another late Spring/early Summer day closes in Lower Wharfedale.

Something nasty is abroad (and I don't mean Trump): MrsDroog and I and others are suffering nausea, dizziness and the trots. OK, it could be Trump, but I (against my prejudice) doubt it.

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