This mornings dawn - two views up and down the railway line.
Signs and portents, probably.
All quiet here. Had dinner last night at Le Cantou, which is an
archaic word meaning the seat by the fire (probably best
translates as inglenook) Captain has gone and Frank and Liz took
pity on me; had a lovely evening.
Again, Im waiting for the Orange man to fix the landline...
this week Im using the time to clean up the garden.
