Vessel of Sadness

Evening all

since my last optimistic promise to get back into the rhythm of life i've had a few disasters and sadness, not dramatic in the scheme of the world but enough to de-stabilise me a bit.

Anyhow, on with the show, Compass Jellyfish, North Wales, owner of a very painful sting, as the current Mrs R found out to her cost.

The more observant will note i have moved from song titles to book titles for this one, the book in question being by William Woodruff, a collection of vignettes about Anzio 1944,

night all