The Ivy

A treat.

It started off a bit shit when I missed the train this morning, but some people understand shit happens and just get on with things.

It took a while to get shit done, but even when there was an extra layer of surprise shit introduced into the proceedings, we managed to extract the bad shit.

Happy day, in the end. I phoned my Mum on what would have been my Dad’s birthday. Good news about some other shit.

All good. And, breathe.

Oh, and notice the new shit along with the salt and pepper.