Beer!

A morning with the minky as her mother was attending a “KIT” day. What fun we do have, but blimey, it’s a good work out. Play-doh and drawing and then collecting shells. Written down like that, it doesn’t look like it adds up to much, but by the time we dropped her off at nursery we both needed a lie down.
In my case that actually meant sitting on the boat down at the pontoon, fiddling with things. MrW had left me three porridge pots last year and they were still there with expiry dates in mid-December. I can report porridge pots are still good four months after expiry.
Then up town - for BillyGoat the blipper is up to our delightful country with the guv’nor for a few days walking ’mong the birks and heather. Teuchters was packed so we had a very enjoyable chinwag on all things across the road. We even managed to talk BOATS under the SK and guv’nor’s noses.
Then, the DigDogs. First time in weeks and no F! He was here last week, reported the mates. He doesn’t like you, suggested one. He never liked you, quoth another. That Banshees film has a lot to answer for.