At the Car Park

I fully intended to put some effort into my blip today. But the rare event of taking the car to work should be recorded for posterity. What a life. So, as things worked out, having picked up the wine from the delivery depot and got home at a reasonable hour, I was happy to get a fire on, leaf through the paper and switch on a bit of the old Champions League nonsense over in the corner.
I have a pile of trivial things to do. And first up, what I must do is leaf through the Bookharbour catalogue and look out gifts - for me of course. Hmmm. Sunk Without Trace, Disasters at Sea. Just a couple of the appealing titles.
One all! Gawd, it looks wet in Lisbon.