Rushing Home

I’d been out to meet the son at lunchtime, which hadn’t happened. So, instead I bought a new pair of jeans. Dark denim, taking advantage of the SK’s absence. Later a bit of box set goggling of Cuba Libre on Netflix, which is informative enough, with a little trip along to the Dreadnought thrown in. 
And just as I was about to crash out, I get a note that the self styled tree surgeon working next door had brought the old tree out back down across the fence. Erse.