Well, I’m heading back to the UK.

Before I left, Andrea and I were determined to finish painting our fence white. We spent about six hours on it, and the wind was such that it blew some of the paint back at the person running the sprayer.

So now I know what she’ll look like in 30 years. (grin)

All the way to England I kept singing that “When I’m 64” Beatles song, so I thought it a bit ironic that I ended up looking at the Isle of Wight.