No Place like Gnome

Yesterday’s blip was of an anonymous fly fisherman in the distance. I thought no more about it until I received a text today from the “older man” himself. “That was me.. it IS me!”, he proclaimed.

He happens to be an acquaintance from my village, who happened to restore my favourite gnome for me two years ago. She, for I think it is a she, stands outside my front door and watches everyone coming in and out.

So Michael, for showing your image without your permission, I will make up for it by showing your superb workmanship.

Today has been a waste of space. One of the symptoms of my medication is chronic fatigue and last night I was feeling that in a big way. I ended up sleeping for 13 hours today. Woke in plenty of time to watch Glasgow Rangers game on tv and wished I hadn’t. What a dour boring match.