Behind closed doors

Who knows what goes on behind this door, but it's not a very good advert for the local builder whose workshop lies beyond.

I've had a relaxing day at home, but forced myself out later for a bliphunt in the smirry drizzle. It was only when I sat down with an afternoon cuppa that I suddenly remembered I was supposed to take my car to the garage for two new tyres this morning. Mortified! There followed one grovelling phonecall to apologise and to re-arrange for tomorrow.

Don't let me forget!