Unicorn

It’s like yesterday was just a dream.

But we had a really good walk to the modern art gallery- through the closed bit and all, and lovely salad there , and some art, and a long walk in the rain afterwards to a very slow Number 36 home and a short allotment trip to dig spuds big enough to bake for dinner, and the fire on and a pint of Guinness and rugby in the morning and (ehm) face painting inspired by the lady at the party yesterday