Buddy

Today is 'Allerheiligen', a bank holiday to you and me, but to the more devout it's the day to go and visit your rellies graves and leave some of the ugliest flower arrangements known to man. Might blip some tomorrow, couldn't do it today as the normally quiet cemetery was humming with life and I don't think they'd appreciate me taking pictures of their offerings with the explanation 'because I want to show the blipdom what ugly is'.
Because we're foreigners here the only graves we have to visit are those of the two hamsters buried in the back corner of the garden under the apple tree (which mysteriously produced no fruit this year...) we went out for lunch to the Star Diner, which is where Buddy lives. I'm sure to a proper Yank the diner is anything but authentic, but to us it's great, thick milkshakes in any flavour, burgers anyway you want them (I went for the Betty Boo with cheese and bacon) cool 50's American music on the juke box and a gum ball machine on the counter.