Well, that’s an unusually large drop today, probably a temporary wossname or anomalous thingy, or something.
As I hadn’t slept well on Thursday night, I was feeling tired enough after the excitement (well, the food was nice) of the office party to go to bed before 9pm. Well, I was trying to, when the doorbell rang. By the time I got downstairs, there was nobody there….
I thought nothing of it until this morning, when I was returning from an especially early Tesco trip (home before 9am) and noticed that some delightful person had wrenched the bell push off the door. Well, they’d removed the body of it, and snapped part of the backplate, which was firmly attached with double-sided sticky pad thingies. Presumably that was why the bell rang… This has happened before, a few years ago. On that occasion, they took my neighbour’s as well. I can only guess that the person or persons who think destroying doorbells only goes for homes where there aren’t any visible lights on. So, I had to buy a new one, which was annoying.
Before I bought a new doorbell, I took myself to Whitley Bay, for a nice (cold) walk along the coast. I had planned to go as far as the lighthouse at St Mary’s Island, but when I got to the turning, I found there was more black ice than I like to walk on, so I stopped, and got the next bus back to Newcastle. And bought a doorbell, mutter.
Here’s some of the more visible ice that was around today. This stuff, I don’t mind. It’s the invisible bits I hate…
Shutter speed: 1/240s
Focal length: 18.5mm
Taken: 16 December, 2017