Eye...

...of the beast.

As Claire has had to go to a funeral today I have gone round my parents to sort out my stuff in storage there. My aim is to slowly transfer it to our cellar to free up my dads garage and attic above it.

Quite productive day all round for the first of the month, I hope none of you pinched or punched.

Whilst in the garage I had to admire the sporty little number in there (the eye is the headlight).

Mr Bo Hingles