Crackling

You can't see it here but there was a substantial piece of pork with lovely salty crackling, sitting in a roasting tray with oranges. It made a fine mouthwatering photo except for the small problem of being hopelessly out of focus.

At a friend's for tea, with weans and more friends. The kids took the dog for a walk. You can just see one disappearing at the end of the line of cottages.

Other than at it was all feeling crappy on the sofa. Crappy as in properly ill, not hungover although the hangover wasn't helping. Some fiddling with bikes in the garage. My Croix de Fer may be ready to become the commuter bike tomorrow. I might even take it along to the boat for its photo.