Its cold and the beasties are running for cover - I'm back in trousers and a jumper - what happened? A wretched pit of paperwork is being dealt with here. Its possible that I shall be so changed by this horror that l will be unrecognisable soon.
But all well in town. People are grumbling about the weather. Just like Blighty, really.
Keep warm out there - and safe, of course. Apropos; a young geezer passed me in the street, clapped a hand over his mouth and nose and said, masque biologique.
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