Sunday

I have a leak. It may be the flashing.
Actually, I hate to admit I have a conservatory as y'know, I could be mistaken for some shallow materialist fuckwit. The sort that works for a large financial institution and has a yacht. I'm having a larf, honest. I'm not at all like that. It's a tiny conservatory. Well, it has to be, as the house is a listed building. Oops. Only because everything round here is. Anyway, see that crucifix lighting thing on the bridge at the end of the street? A pal has managed to get the council to replace the 1932 globes. How good is that? And how long would you give them?
With apologies for the post-processing overcooking. I need to go on a course.