B52

The drink, not the band or plane.

It was on fire but by the time I got round to taking the photo it had gone out. I did think about making another but my days of drinking multiple cocktails on a Sunday evening are long gone.

A quiet day, a couple of taxi trips for Pops, H and I took Molly for a quick walk round the village.

Cooking dinner now and listening to Neil Diamond in honour of his 80th birthday. Always reminds me of my folks, especially my Dad and long journeys in Peugeot’s.