This is not England

It is a well-known fact that English people never know anything. They only think. The only exception they know and they are sure about in the whole world is Marmite. ‘Love it or hate it.’ There are no other options; there is no space for grey space.

A lunchtime trip to Edinburgh to speak to a potential customer at Tanfield. I take the opportunity to stock up on UV bulbs, chick feed, and various shopping for Angus. I even drop into Angus’ flat to collect forgotten spray paints for Ferdi.

At home, I cook a late supper and we settle down to watch This Is England. Harrowing, but wonderful.