Open doors.

I went to the gym this morning, and saw Vic, Cath & Des. A lot of newbies, as is the case this time every  year, although I doubt they will stay the course. It was dry when I came out, and I managed to avoid the heavy rain showers.  J was at home making curry with the leftover turkey. He made one for us, and one for our daughter & son-in-law. This was the only  photo I took, sitting in the bus station, waiting for my bus, on a cold metal seat, with all the doors open. The hailstones started just as I got off the bus, but as I only live a few minutes away from the bus stop, I didn't get wet, told you I was born lucky rather than rich.