Early this morning we were on our way to the shops. Why, you might ask, well, let me back up a bit. Yesterday morning I was doing several loads of laundry and had a few t-shirts and pullovers belonging to himself to wash so I in my ultimate wisdom decided to throw in a bit of bleach to brighten said things up. When the wash had finished and I took his clothes out I saw that one, a new one, that was suppose to be a slate blue colour was now a mixture of shades. So I say to myself, I'd better go and tell him about this before he sees it and the fight starts, lol. So, with hat in hand....erm, sweater in hand, I go to the bedroom where he is fussing with something or other.
"Ah, " says I, "I've done a terrible thing."
"What are you talking about", says he.
Holding the sweater aloft I explain that my use of bleach in the wash has ruined his sweater.
"Noooooooo," he yells with hands over face, "That's my very favorite sweater and I was going to wear it to the party on Saturday night."
"Sorry," I say, "Maybe we can find you another much like this one."
So off we went this morning and he did find one. Not exactly the same but one he's happy with.
I took the camera as I thought I might see the Eagle again or the ducks but saw neither. I did get some shots of a few things we saw, mostly ice.
Ice on Ocean.
Gulls on Ice.