the afternoon after the night before

I thought I might go with a nice picture of the footprint of my bare foot on the frost on the patio-paving-slabs but I liked the wee curl of soup-steam about the spoon. Unfortunately the frost had all but disappeared by the time I had eaten the strange half-crushed bread in the breadbin (best before 03/12/2008) and put on footwear to go and get the car from the Prestwick half of the Ayr/Prestwick amalgam.

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