Caught red-pawed

After a run this morning, I replaced the rotten doorsill. And painted it. And watched Sir Isaac Newton FRS step on it and walk over the floor.

Yesterday we had a call from a nice chap called Markus who had found the founder of modern Mathematics in some woodland. He was worried that the distinguised scientist and alchemist was lost. When we got there, there was no sign of the great thinker but, an hour later, he wondered home looking for his tea.