Walkies

Headed back to Belhaven to let Colin do some gear fiddling. He ended up doing some brake fiddling too.

Way too windy for a bike ride but stopped off for a blip at the beach and then another bloody supermarket sweep.

Home to write a couple of proposals and then submitted my tax return. At the very moment I pressed "submit" I realised I'd done it wrong. Feckity feck feck. So now I have to wait for it to appear on my account before I can do it all over again.

Scrambled eggs and smoked salmon for tea during which the main topic of conversation was what to call male and female private parts - it had been part of the SE lesson at school. I learned some new words. And now I'm working in the front room. The kids have told me not to go into the other room as they are watching something inappropriate and I'll only get upset. Mrs Smith is in there too. I'm the last bastion of good, honest victorian values in this house.