Just Waiting

Waiting in the car for S to finish teaching her class, I’ve a new perspective. We swung past Dagda on the way home where Schneider Weiße on draught fair hit the spot, with a mean cheese and onion crisp accompaniment. Living the dream yet again.
Earlier …. a rubbish game of golf, the arrival of a case of white vino collapso, a visit from the boiler guy to check it was OK (it was) and to pump some leak sealant into the system (which isn’t OK) then some catch-up TV. Tomorrow’s another day.