Whatever that means
Seriously. It’s those stringy clouds rather than these big fluffy cumulus guys and the lunchtime sun rather than the full one evening sun down George Street today. But I stupidly had fixed on the Nelson’s monument before processing all the photos. Anyway, back to do it today after enjoying a couple of tasty pints with MrSmith in the Oxford, where cash and gear were exchanged.
Not an exciting day otherwise but no insects were plucked. Tonight – some slumping and a glass of red. It is humpday after all.