Woke up this morning feeling like a well used sponge. There were black, threatening clouds and a very oppressive atmosphere. It didn’t stop me going for my morning latte.
I sat and watched a father show his son how to bait a hook. The son then leapt up to the rail, ready to catch breakfast, while dad baited his own hook.
Looking for a fishy treat
Back at the house, we (mum and I) set off for a visit to see Lorna and Bob. Bob took a load of photos at the RSL last week and, not having a computer, had them processed and printed. There was some lovely shots but my favourite is this one of dad and me.
Me and my dad
Tracey popped over after work for a short visit but, basically, I just sweated out the beer I drank to cool down.
