Munchalittle

It wasn’t the best day in Porty as we scoured the car park for Joe’s missing (now presumed lost) wallet. So, there wasn’t much munching going on.

Earlier I’d spent a few hours at Frederick’s discussing what’s been a traumatic week for him. Later, I drove Joe to the flat ahead of his contract starting tomorrow at The Fringe. He will also need to get a new bank card and drivers licence sorted.