Pints

A huge session of weeding, planting-out, sowing, grass-clipping, compost managing etc etc at the allotment. Jim from the plot opposite, mocked my stylish straw hat, but the hell wi' him; I was cool about the brow, and un-sunburnt on the tips of my ears.
After a fine steak for tea, we went up the pub to meet some Mathematical types of Meles' and Shandonner's acquaintance. Jolly chat and good beer.
It was very weird being back in the Tav (that shall aye be its cognomen for us). It was our regular haunt for several years. Happy memories. Nowadays one is greeted with "Will you be dining with us tonight?"
Bah!
Very sad to find out after we got home that I had lost my 'b' badge; the little round one in Proper Blip Grey :(((