In the Coffee Queue

After the usual Saturday morning of papers and a bacon roll, I was just about to head out for a walk when MrT got in touch to say he was heading down our way with his son as the lad had been viewing a flat up Broughton Street.
So, boots on, I legged it along to meet them at the OCP and stroll on to Newhaven. MrT disappeared into the Fishmonger there awhile and I was able to talk to the boy about his old man’s upcoming treatment. We’ve all rallied round to provide a taxi service for his Dad's six weeks as a daily outpatient and he was greatly pleased to hear that; it’s scheduled to start on Monday.
Much later, after another good slice of The Last of Us II, an evening film, The Endless from 2017. The SK like it muchly much, well, because it’s a fairy tale. But also a horror film.