I whisper to myself Autumn-Winter...such dreadful seasons running into each other where the sun does not shine for days on end and rain makes you grow webbed feet whether you like it or not. So a heavy sigh form myself time to pull on the old wool dresses and wrinkled stockings even tighter..Ha....There is a protest march against the tories next Sunday through the streets of Manchester...if the weather holds i might wear my red t-shirt with embossed with
" Never Kiss A Tory "..i picked up from a pride week stall one year...So Goeth.