Banknotes And Phonecards

Today was a Mordred (posted 12th. July) day. I took my usual route to SW1 for coffee with Carol.  A flattened frog, having attempted to cross the sodden footpath in Morden Hall Park, hadn’t made it.  As I slalomed around the pools, a cyclist who had crept up behind me deftly avoided me as IContinue reading “Banknotes And Phonecards”