That Sinking Feeling

Lots of dishes to wash this evening. I made fish cakes for my tea, the spatter-guard thing was particularly manky.
Golf this morning, Dave was rubbish and hammered me anyway; a quick visit to sis for a catch up and some recuperative coffee and shortbread; a lengthy but interesting online chat with someone from the company planning the redevelopment of a nearby office block (152 new flats, 6 months demolition, 18 months construction, = 2 years+ of hell); I mentioned the fish cakes already; Man of Steel on the box accompanied by a decent bottle of red.
That’s all folks!