Fixing a Hole

Well really it's fixing a hole that goes on another hole. And the rain needs to get through.

As you seemed to find my loo seat story amusing, I thought I'd take revenge by Blipping the offending loo - my downstairs "cloakroom", which seems to have become my own private gallery. Probably appropriate.

Also appropriately - or maybe not - after a sleepless night worrying about my payroll data, I have had a calm and relatively uneventful morning listening to two elderly gentlemen discussing their prostates.

Now I am home to gaze dolefully at my poor, corrupt software.