Death to the infidel

As I dashed around the airport departures lounge yesterday I bought sweeties for everyone - wine gums for the teen, sourpatch kids for Little miss bossy (they're not the right ones apparently - she prefers the one from America...), fruit pastiles for Mr K & jelly babies for me. I took sadistic pleasure in biting the head off almost everyone of them (not all of them, because someone finished them before I could - I will take great pleasure in eating the wine gums when the bag is open).

Father's day here, so the men were out in gangs on their bikes, scaring the dog & hogging the footpaths.