Of shoes and ships.

No, not really.

I am merely trying to clear my head. I don’t want to bore on and on about the earthquake. I’m not sitting in a pile of matchsticks with raw sewage spreading around my feet and a crevasse in the driveway so I am okay. Gerry discovered a crack in the wall (made of Summerhill stone) that I must inspect soon. I know nothing of these things. This is a time when a man about the house can be useful. I might ask my neighbour to look at it. He volunteered to fix my guttering within an hour of meeting me so he’s obviously a ‘good sort’. (I won’t ask).

And the cat came home.