nearly mono

A busy day scuttling round from tennis (still playing quite badly, H even shouted at me, though then apologised) then to the garage, then to Halfords, then home, then out again to shops, home again to drink tea with neighbour, then cook something for dinner, all the while worrying that very low pressure in rear tyre is actually a slow puncture, which will blow on the motorway leading to untold horrors. 
View of the railway bridge this morning; I didn't have the heart to make it mono as such a lovely wintry golden light.