It's Wednesday, so it must be a busker!

I know, I know, every Wednesday, I seem to do a blip of a busker. I went to the gym, and was hoping that I wouldn't see anyone I knew, as I had a quite a few things I had to do around town. I saw Mike, and didn't like to be rude, so I listened to his woes, and he said I was his agony aunt, and it was nice to talk to someone who understood. Aw, how nice was that? When  I had finished, I walked into town, and I could hear these guys before I saw them. There were playing , The Birdie  Song, which isn't  my   kind of music, but it was very infectious, and now I can't stop humming it. I really can't understand why they always seem to stand, or   sit, in front of something so ugly. It's really not good for my blips. I gave them some money, and asked the usual, but I don't think they spoke English, and he stopped playing, while I took his photo. When I got home, J had made me a tuna and red onion wrap. It was delicious. My daughter & g/daughter called up this afternoon, to give us a present, and cards for our anniversary, which is tomorrow. Katie wasn't feeling very well today, as she had her meningitis injection yesterday.  J has taken them home now.