Crying windows

We were out on the hunt for a wood stove again on the weekend. The boys were bored out of their brains so I gave them my phone and told them to take some photos to pass the time. [A sentence that would make no sense to a person in 1990]. This is probably the best pic.

In other phone news; my predictive text dictionary is a bit eclectic. When I start typing PARSLEY its first guess is PAPPLEWICK. On the other hand when I start typing OCTOP it has no idea at all where I'm heading.