Wet washing day

After the weekend's extremes, a late lie and sloppy afternoon with a quick visit from the scout master, who delivered Curlyfries from a sneaky night at scout camp after his work.

Did the snow and sleet bother them.

Nah.

It must be good to be a boy and have machismo to keep you warm.


Away to catch 40 winks before my Night shift.

:-(