By the Radiator

Oh, more wean worry. Just got to let them get on with it, I guess. Mind you, as a wise friend said, saying not to worry about your kids is like saying not to breathe. Worry, worry, worry, then.
Still, later there was a meet up and chinwag. MrT is concerned for me in that the crowd I'll be with at the blues festival will all be older. Fine with me - I'll feel all youthful - I just hope I won't be sent on all the errands.
So the last day of the second week of work beckons.
This is wingman, come in, bossman, over *crackle* This is wingman, come in, bossman, over *crackle*
I think wingman may be as well to return to base and head off for that Boots meal deal.