The Lion Roars

Spent a miserable night in a hotel in Toulouse last night so we could be at the Tesla centre at 9am to have the glass roof of our car replaced. Daftie was unsettled, J woke up screaming with a nightmare, and the bed killed my back. The only bright spot was this framed photo on the wall of the corridor outside our room. Impossible to photograph without reflections, but it really did make me smile.