Grandad on the Slide

A busy day what with dropping off the SK to get her crown fitted (no, her head hasn’t grown larger) then a victualling trip, fuel, and a trip to the dump. Clearing the decks!
Then a whole two hours being a children’s entertainer round at Victoria and then Starbank Parks. And meeting other children - Oscar, Teddy with dog Isla (yes, really, most undoglike) and Max. Middle class names for a middle class area. All snotty with colds.
I’d have continued in this productive vein but real life (aka footyballball) intruded. Good lord - two games with teams (Croatia and Switzerland) coming “back from the dead” after being two goals down. In extra time Spain, didn’t give those Croats a second chance, but blimey, the mighty France were laid low in the penalty shoot-out. Can Martin Dawe begin to hope it’s coming home….?
And another beezer sunset colour thing going on outside the window. The local WhatsApp is pinging, blip is pinging. Even ‘imIndoors, that most sober critic of all things sunsetty, posts his take on it.