We went for a wander around an antiques centre today. Our visit was somewhat spoiled for me at times by the pop music. I didn’t quite walk out in disgust, but the temptation was certainly there. On the drive home Mrs H informed me that it was mostly George Michael being played. I'd assumed it was just the usual supermarket ear-bash. I’m not sure what that signifies though.
During our day on the road we saw a number of blue lights whizzing off to some emergency or other. At one point we passed what looked like a serious accident involving a number of crumpled vehicles. Tragic for those involved, but it isn’t all that difficult is it, adapting to fog and icy conditions? Doesn’t guarantee safe arrival though because not everyone bothers.
Oh well, it’s time to boil some spuds to go with the last bits of salmon. For some reason I enjoy finishing off the Christmas left-overs. It feels wholesomely frugal after all the excess, although we don’t really do excess these days.