Concentration

The lad has a problem; he can't let go to turn the tap off because the watering-can is too heavy but if he just moves the can away from the tap then he gets a soaking and his mum wouldn't like that. Oh, and the guy that he's chatting to is too busy taking his picture to help out. No, I'm not that bad - I stepped in to save the day!

What a great afternoon. After pottering about the house all morning after Mr A had toddled off to do some window box arrangement, I headed down to the allotment in my usual 3 layers of gardening gear but was pretty quickly reduced to just a T-shirt (which is one layer more than the guy working the plot next to me, not a pretty sight). Got the third bed finished and planted some spinach. Popeye would be proud!

Then, after catching up with S via a Facetime session and giving my footie prediction for the big match that she was just settling down to watch (right result, got the score wrong!), I headed up to meet Dougy at the beer festival at Summerhall. It was pretty good; I tried various IPAs, all good but completely different from each other.

Thought that I'd get home in time to not be back-blipping but bumped 1into Jack and JD on the way and got engaged in a JD discussion on whether Skyfall rhymes with crumble. You really have to sing it!! So I'm late again but never mind