Proper Flames

Along to the dump with my first few bags of detritus from the slope. We stopped at Twelve Triangles at Lochend on the way back. A loaf, two almond croissants and a sausage roll for monsieur’s luncheon. How much? Eighteen pounds twenty five pence. That’ll teach us to go shopping in upmarket Lochend.
Back to chainsaw wood with my fabulous new Christmas 6” chainsaw. What a terrific little machine that is. I could see that becoming an addictive pastime. And then.. further joy. I made a bonfire. Oh lord, I’m really living my best life as people are wont to say. Standing there overlooking the sea, watching the flames as the light faded. 
But then in and de-kippered in the shower and out … picked up by R&E we were, and whisked to Ocean Terminal to see Poor Things. A wonderful film with so much inventiveness, and blimey, no small amount of sex. Comic book sex, really. Well, that’s my take - my Dad wasn’t big into explaining that side of life to me.