Sontag

I hardly left the terrace all day, so potential Blips were thin on the ground.

There was talk of cycling to a Biergarten but it was so windy it sounded too much like hard work (and there was beer in the fridge).

Then just as barbecue hour approached, so did the rain. It could have been Scotland!

So, I had to retreat inside with my book and half pint of G&T. They became the Blip.

The rain passed quickly, and we could cook outside but eat inside. Again, how Scottish.