Idle Hands

Clare is on holiday in preparation for Oktoberfest at the weekend, I woke with a strange feeling of nothing to do, similar to the way I felt when I retired last year. I’m wondering whether subconsciously finishing the electrics I feel that I’ve retired again.

Instead Clare and I strolled through the town for coffee, splitting a NY Deli Sub between us for lunch.

I always look at the display outside this retro store, seems strange that people are prepared to pay large sums of money for what were everyday items in my youth.