Little Yellow Courgette

I did sooo much gardening! And honestly if there’s better fun than that to be had on this earth, then I’ve been following the wrongTwitter accounts.
But I didn’t stop there. Chores! They, it must be acknowledged, aren’t such fun, despite shouting to Alexa, play Placebo. Louder!
So a teatime pint was in order in the Dreadnought and blimey, who breezed in, but the son. I bought him a pint. And candles.
Later, Souvenir, PB’s five-star rated film which I expected to be all about entitlement and wealth. It’s not. Something much closer. But you know the best bit? Dark chocolate gingers! A new bag.