Icescape

Just a little puddle in the gutter of a street, but with enough cold and getting close enough it could be anywhere in the world.

The Extra shows a growing obsession with car roofs and their aerials.  I'm sure that I'll grow out of it before too long.

Mrs B had a good therapy session yesterday: a chap who used to be a therapist for Arsenal has a private practice in the next village ("town") and he was kind enough to come to our house as Mrs B was in a lot of pain and could not move.  A lot of pain.  

Forty minutes later and she was able to descend the stairs and smile.  Phew!  No more turning of compost heaps for her, but that means that it will fall to the other person in the household . . .