A Bit of a Blur

Well, that's Fridays for you. And this one's straight out the can; no retouching necessary. Maybe I need stronger glasses. This is young C who has arrived to birl his Dad and pals hame. Kind fellow. So we let him have a half pint.
I'd been amused earlier by Maw. My sis, ever optimistic, had left her a Mother's Day present, and had written in maw's diary, under Sunday, 'open today.' Well, as we all ought to know, mum never knows what day it is, even though she possesses a lovely dementia clock. So she happily opened it. On Friday.
I knew what day it was! Well, until it turned into Saturday somehow. They should get some of those clocks in the Diggers.