Teatime Pint

A lunchtime meet up with the daughter who has plans! She's throwing it all in and heading to the big smoke. As Johnson said, "The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees, is the high road that leads to England." Cheeky fekker. He fairly freeloaded round the gentry in Scotchland, despite that. It's only for six months; and not yet. She has to save up.
I then went to the record library and reactivated my card. Three years and I get CDs out half price. If I'm spared, obviously. And then there was room for a swifty later on.
I thought all I'd to look forward to this evening was some mackerel, but have been cheered to find that there is a Yoorrupean footy final on! Maybe a step out for the second half would be in order.