Bruised Plums

A routine day. Busy enough with the usual Thursday 7:15 start at Rotary.

That aside, probably the highlight was going over to Burntisland to replenish the fridge, and being reminded of the joys of High Street shopping.

A fishy tale in the fishmonger. Talking tripe with the butcher. The owner complaining about her bruised plums in the greengrocer (she really couldn't understand why her husband and I were wetting ourselves laughing).

You don't get that in the supermarket.

I got a Blip on the way back - at Pettycur Bay - and gave a German kitesurfer some of my local knowledge too. Being nice to the Germans at the moment would pay dividends if London politicians could just figure it out...