Beware of Mr Punch

Sunday was a gloriously quiet day. I got out of bed to get milk and had a lovely walk as a bonus. Back home for a bit of reading. I met a friend to look at a few flats for sale (some people want a lot for very little) and on the stroll back stopped in at a Punch and Judy show on the beach. Obviously I didn't grow up with P&J but have heard about the domestic violence. This time 'round Judy was safe but a crocodile met a rather harsh end for being suspected of eating some sausages that weren't his/hers. I expect animal welfare authorities will be alerted.

On the evening I had a good long chat with a dear friend who lives far away and we made some initial plans to meet up - good!