Brewery

Don't ask me why. Err, because it's there? To be precise, it's there when you step off the bus coming back into town. I'd been out to see the maw and get her stocked up. On the way to her house I called in to see Denis, the boatie club Treasurer and found myself wandering along a few suburban streets that I hadn't seen since my days at school. And how well I knew the houses where the girls that I fancied lived. Funny the things that stay with you. Or maybe not.
So, half time at Stamford Bridge and all to play for. The daughter meanwhile has arrived with eight pumpkins to carve. Indigo yard will be the place to be on Wednesday.