Able

I've felt a bit like this little tattered fellow today, a head full of cold and a throat that feels full of glass.

But when I rescued this chap from inside the garage he Paused in my hand, centered himself and then took to the air. Its all a matter of belief.

This afternoon we've put the desk into the Hut and then I've rebuilt the pc and the obtusely complicated Internet connection. That left me shattered, so a hot toddy in a hot bath.
I'll fly again soon enough.

ps; thank you for all the love shown to wonderful Wast Water, its enjoyed its time on the front page of blip.