Bread

An un-necessary amount of lycra now sports the pavements at any time of day, is it too late to keep fit? New routines, new leaf's turned, new ideas to fulfil, new projects to take on, life has suddenly become shorter.
Every task has become more thorough, so many more nails are being hammered. Dusty and dirt from neighbouring DIY projects, we are in this for the long run. No one can move as everything has become worthless. Make do and mend. The war slogans are back in fashion.
Yet I still crumble to the out of season of hot cross bun which my bowels hate. And it's nothing new to start re-making my yeasty bread, time that I had previously put towards editing pictures. One day there will be a revival of being a photographer again.