Wall hanging

Woken up by Fat Satan banging his hungry head off the utility room door. It meant I got out for an early bike ride.

This wall has been getting repaired the past few months, a conservation expert reliably informs me this draping technique protects the lime mortar pointing and stops it drying out too quickly. More interestingly, I bumped into two blippers on my way home, my Lanzarote buddies. They had jumped an early train to the borders and were winding their way back to Embra.

Quick twenty minute turnaround and me and Mrs S went along for a Pilates session with Colleen.

Back home and then ran Ruby and Eve into Embra.

Sofa time now, pasta, beer and the FA Cup. Mrs S is running Joe and Sophie to this weekend’s party.