Escape....

A terrible photo, I know, but the only one I got of this little froglet as it hopped away from me.

I met a man in a pub who had a fire pit. I liked the fire pit as it was made out of the insides of a washing machine. I asked who made it. I found the man on Facebook. I messaged him. He made me one. I picked it up today.

Actually, I picked up two as Sue wanted one as well. When I got there he had four and all were different I could choose which I wanted. Oh Lordy, I’m never good at making a decision. I think I made the right choices. In between showers I had to put the roof down so I could get one on the back seat and one in the front. Now all I need is something to burn.