An old yarn

You’ll have to use your creative mind to imagine this is a load of colourful tube worms in the ocean, swaying to the movement of water currents filtering seawater through their central mouths.

Convinced? No I’m not either. That why I called it an old yarn.

Cool old day, light rain and drizzle on and off. Walked into town, had a coffee, bought most of the nuts and seeds in the The Grape Tree.

The doctor phoned and we had a useful conversation about abdominal cramps after a stomach upset. He didn’t think there was anything much wrong but said should there be a further occurrence I was to ask for a face to face appointment. Been much better today.

Susan went to see her mum this afternoon. I picked stuff in the drizzle at the allotment, finished and sent out the allotment AGM minutes and completed the third signalman’s Rules, Regulations and Instructions assessment.

This evening Susan got her guitar out for the first time in a while and I ran through the songs for our set at the Faversham Hop Festival on Sunday.