Tin can jewels

I can't envisage any real blippertunities today so this will have to do. A damp tin can clamped between my denim-clad knees.

Tomorrow may be somewhat richer, though, as I have to take bike in to bike hospital again. A menacing crunching sound came from the region of the chain, which is totally inaccessible as on Pashley bikes like mine the chain is encased in a metal housing which only someone gifted in the dark arts of bicycle repair is able to tackle.

Yesterday was blip-free as I did very little apart from loll about listening to the radio, a bit of essential domestic stuff and went to the uke session at the pub. Plans are tentatively afoot to host a ukulele festival sometime next summer.

I, as is my wont, stayed behind after the session to join in the initial planning session and stick my little oar in.