A foul leg

I discovered last night that I'd booked a days leave for today, which was nice. It meant I was quite at liberty to take a trip to the launderette (a nostalgic experience) and then sit at home alternately sifting through lots of old photos on the computer (deleting, mostly) and watching the rain through the window.

I had noticed that this establishment had started putting out a signboard with their menu on it, but this was the first time I'd stopped to read it.