Open Door

An enjoyable time out and about with MrB once the haar had rolled away. Firstly to a ‘conversation cafe’ at vocal where I was the only participant; I talked at the facilitator until he had no more biscuits to offer. Then to meet Denis, sign cheques, and give him a shoulder after all his trouble with the head lease holder’s crookery. Asset management indeed. On to Homebase to pick up a pea net. Supposedly they’re in stock.
Later - a stop in at Hidden Door at the old State Cinema, to nose about, sup a beer, and attend Annie Lord’s piece, Celluloid. I thought it started really well and had me quite entranced but the tale about the three children who claimed to have been visited by angels in Fatima, Portugal, was really destructive of everything that had gone before. Still, cool setting.