Grumpy

Pulled my back somehow... Probably weaving on that stiff mountain loom...

I don't mind sitting... I don't mind standing... But the journey from one to the other is the cause of my grumpiness.

I feel a bit like the wife of the unknown civilian shown in the photo. This is a brass rubbing my mother did close to fifty years ago. The brass is from 1465.

Ah, but better grumpy than dead.