Calendar girl, with clothes on.

I had plans this morning, as Doris Dyson was calling.  The MOT is due on J's Royal Enfield motorbike, so he phoned the garage to make an appointment. A surprise that they had a cancellation and could do it this morning, so off he went, and of course, it passed with flying colours ( I wouldn't have expected anything less) By the time he got back, Doris had left, so time for lunch. (good timing) The washing is blowing on the line, and it's much cooler, a bit too cool for me.