Just Sitting #8

A day of reading and sun - reading Grief Is the Thing With Feathers. What a fabulous read. “.. we were this happy, her and me, in the early days, when our love was settling into the shape of our lives like cake mixture reaching the corners of the tin as it swells and bakes.”
In the evening we spruced up and stepped  along to Can Trompe. I can report that the rabbit was most disappointing, though my enjoyment of the evening was rescued by the first occupation of a gym!