Nearly there

just the tender to complete. I enjoy the process until  I get frustrated with tingly fingers, tiny pieces, fiddly bits, tired eyes, and start getting sweary and grumpy . . . time to take a break.

       And I washed the winter grime off the car and lamented all the stone chips in the paint . . .

       Tomorrow I shall play some music, get out and take more than one photo (I have four extras remaining), be less grumpy . . . think about  writing some letters (I have postage-stamps to use up).






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