Good luck?

Robert came with the van and picked the old microwave this morning - good man- and then JR decided to go in to town (to the bank) in the morning, and be back for her midday fitness session. I went with them, walking all the way into town (haven’t done that for a while, though it was fairly slow progress).

JR then realised she had to hurry back for her session, so she got the bus. However, after a sit down, I had a second wind, and remembered that Mary’s Milk Bar was open today, so I elected to walk home that way. And there was NO queue! I bet there was one, a long one, later.

We sat in the sun and enjoyed our treat, then staggered up the Vennel Steps and across the Meadows. A nice round trip (10,907 steps). And a snooze on the sofa when I got home.

Funnily enough (not), I had not ONE, but TWO bird bombs!! What are the chances of that? It must mean good luck.