Foggy…

…We live in an area often plagued by fog. Or clouds? We’re high (just in altitude, honestly).

Today we went out of area to do final (yay!) present drops.
Our area looks like the above image, whereas the area we visited (sunny Walsall! Oxymoron, I know) does not.
Many kind people on our job list said, ‘come on in for a cup of tea and a mince pie’.
When we said, ‘no thank you. We REALLY must get back before it’s too dark’, they looked at us the same way you’d look at someone looking for their glasses when they’re on top of their head.
(‘Poor old sods’).
But, we know there are sheer drops on the road, and over the years we have seen too many cars upside down cars in ravines.
So, poor old sods we remain.
Safe ones, thank goodness.

Home! And done! (Not done in!).

The wine forecast looks set to glorious (and a tiny bit smug with a lot of relief).

Happy Friday one and all!