His nose is out of joint!

We went to Porthcawl this morning, and as soon as J dropped me off, I wished I had stayed home. It was too wet to walk up to the harbour, and visibility was so bad, there was no chance of taking any photographs, that is until I saw this outside one of the shops.  Blip sorted, the camera went back in my bag. After about an hour, and an hour in Porthcawl, seems like forever, I phoned J to come and pick me up, which he did. We then called back to Lidl, as J needed some beer, to oil his tonsils when he watches the Wales v England match later this afternoon. I think it's going to get very tense, as soon as kick off starts.