Eight Days A Week

What a miserable day it was in daylight, I'd hoped to get out and about to take a special blip, instead Mrs C, Arlo and I were wandering around fields in the dark lit by torchlight, at least the rain had stopped.

I'd prefer blipversaries were on the day you start, but whatevs... thanks to anybody who passes through my journal, that sometimes may only make any sense to me, and looks, reads, likes and hearts, It's not why I do this, but I appreciate it. Roll on the lighter nights!