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I use to wash my hands in trichloroethylene. Back in the seventies and never clean a paint brush just stick in jar of it.

It will probably be there tomorrow.

That’s too much excitement for me on a Monday morning . So I’m going back to bed.

Slightly over scale fingers?

I know they ran tender first down the Welsh valleys. But never looks right to me.

Looks like it’s up to no good to me.

A proper work horse. 

Yet to see the toad pass through.

Never rains in Encombe Town in the summer.

I don’t know. I can guess but I will be probably be wrong.

Little Muddle saves me from going around the bend.

Happy New Year all Little Muddle lovers.

Are you sure it’s moving?

You could always model the derelict house. With scaffolding with a cameo of workers standing around doing nothing. Normal Little Muddle life.

Sort of. But need to live in the valleys to properly understand.

As we say in Wales. That will be now in a minute. Which means could be anytime.

Have to be careful about stalling. With such a low airspeed.

Merry Christmas to you and all. Mad family day yesterday. So a nice quiet day, for just the two of us today. Then Boxing Day madness starts again. But it’s in my sisters house and I’m so glad.

At least the train is stopped at the signal. So won’t smash into the camera.

Merry Christmas and thanks for keeping us all sane in this crazy world. Hopefully a more peaceful year.

Not with the signal at halt.

Who doesn’t like that photo. A little view of paradise. Of a time long lost.

It’s all go this Sunday morning.

Probably asked Worzel Gummidge for advice?

Well I am waiting for Spring. Not to keen on Winter on my old knees.