Irony

We went into Cheltenham as the snow stopped falling. We had some things to do before the town becomes gridlocked by race goers next week.

There are many impressive spray can art works across the town. I had never noticed this one before. It’s called irony. The traffic cones are not part of the art work.

Our local grandchildren were in very good form after school. They also played violin and piano really well.

This evening we have only one episode of Happy Valley left to watch.