Still There

A day on my tod as the SK was off to attend the sheriff court as a potential juror. Remember, I texted her, guilty - bad’uns, the lot of them.
So, down to the list of things. Sanding and oiling kitchen work surfaces firstly, then to Homebase for Danish Oil, a plant pot, and some bags of compost. Onward to Waitrose to organise the food for the meals I’m going to make all week. Eggs are handy, right? And as long as you’ve enough pitta breads you can’t really go wrong, surely.
Back via the boat club - I can hardly believe it; it seems that the VAT man has accepted my wheedling letters and we’re in the clear. 
So later, the last council meeting under Commodore Frank. The vice-commodore has the approval of most of us for a step up. Oh Lordy.
Back for that meal and present opening! The SK was delighted by everything but kept coming back to the small candle in the shape of a gorilla head, and wondering why. And the reason won’t satisfy her: there is no reason!