Daffs

I popped in at John's house in the beautiful sun this morning. All was quiet and calm. The clock duly chimed at 9.30.

Later I did a bit of light tree felling. The north easterlies continue to blow with vim and vigour. A new acquaintance in the village turns out to be the chiropodist for the Arsenal and England football teams. She has touched the feet of all the greats in Wenger era - Henry, Bergkamp, Viera. After shaking her hand I couldn't keep my feet from running goalwards.