Raising a smile

This dear old chap made me smile.  I often feel as decrepit as this, but with far less excuse.  There he was, marching down St Thomas' Street, belt buckle at a jaunty angle, a trim and upright figure despite the stick.  Bet he'd been in the army as a young man, there was definitely something of the parade drill about him.

That was this morning.  This afternoon I was back to the business of dividing earth from stones and bricks and finding homes for each.  Easier said than done (the word 'decrepid'.springs to mind again, though much softened now by cheap pink fizz!)

Hope your weekend's going well, dear blipmates  xx