Conversation...

I feel deprived of challenging conversation. If the Jehovah’s Witnesses were to knock on my door, I’d invite them in to give me an in-depth, socially distanced overview of their loopy belief system in all its tedious detail. To get rid of them, after a couple of hours, I’d suggest they might like to hear my side of the story; that should ensure a stampede towards the door…

Relaxing by the Driffield Canal...