Man out of time

Sometimes I worry about myself. We're off to Louth. God knows why. Expect a post later this evening decrying all of humanity, and questioning The Makers plan for me.

In the meantime, Tesla. I can only apologise for the shirts and hair.

Put your clothes on, get out of here, and change your taste in men.

A week ago, having a day out in Louth seemed like a good idea. Now, as I look at a weather forecast that says unlikely to break out of freezing, snow possible, it seems less enticing.

I'll sleep on it.