Tropical

New mask still hasn't arrived, despite allegedly being posted over a week ago. So there was nothing else for it other than to waft about in the new frock.

I like it. Although given that when I'm not swirling around, it looks like I'm wearing a Hawaiian garden (complete with butterflies), it's probably more suited to being worn somewhere warm and foreign than the centre of Leeds on another dull day.

And I'm disowning my Dad, who's decided that going on a last minute holiday is more important than watching Le Grand Depart. I mean - what's Italy got that Yorkshire hasn't?