I'LL FETCH MY GOAT

My upper back has decided to go into spasm today so I'm trying to relax and stretch it by bending over to the floor to sort old photos. Here's one I'd forgotten from about 1979/80. That coat! What was I thinking? It might have been warm but it soon became somewhat whiffy and eventually had to be hung out in the shed from where I think it escaped to run free with its pals out in the wild Surrey hills.