Pots

Well, first thing I had to drop the daughter's lovely Polo off for an MOT. And a service, of course - this latter arranged in the hope that the MOT would be breezed through. And what a great old garage they have set up in the mews round the back of Broughton Street. On the way back to the bus after dropping the car I caught these buildings.
Later, there was a swally in Kay's and then up to see Papa Shandy & the Drams at the Caley Sample Room. I must admit, I called for a whisky or two. Jeesus. Eejit.
Oh yes. And I was much taken by Zorba (in the book) who watched an old (95 yo) guy plant a tree. He said he lived his life as if it would never end. Zorba said that he lived as if every day could be his last. It is a dilemma.