Biscuit, anyone?

W went out this morning to run various errands, one of which was to buy some biscuits.  He returned at lunchtime, having not succeeded in finding the right size in the various outlets he visited.  He had to go out again after lunch.

He's now (8.30pm) out in the shed putting together yet another bookshelf.  His energy is unlimited.  Mind you - he had a gin with his fish and chip supper, so I hope the shelves are straight!