Broughton Road

After the school drop off (we left a rosy cheeked boy with a big smile on his face in the line after his power scoot up the road), youngest Ciglette and I went to the doctor to get him looked at. Tonsils red, glands up, temperature is at the high end of acceptable.

Still, it's an ill wind. Meant we (sort of) passed this one. Silver pen on green telecom box; block capitals, and a carefree curly tail in the 's' and an arrow on the end. Almost devilish.... Should have done this one at Halloween.

Maybe we'll seek out something more exotic tomorrow....