Snowball

Sunday in the workshop removing old dope from the wings in preparation for fitting fabric. No sign of Windsock the cat today so let’s hope he’s not come a cropper with a fox. The gliding club turned white with a dusting of snow and we had time for a snowball just before the rain.

Defrosted with hot water bottle and big mugs of tea this evening. Pumpkin nodded off and reluctantly had to wake himself up to drive home for work tomorrow. Don’t you just wish sometimes we could turn back the clock and start the day all over again?