Daft

The very last allotment daffs of the year, bug and bird ravaged but still blooming until now. Three are now in the compost, the last one soldiers on.
Today’s a big anniversary: 50 years since I started my first IT job (though it wasn’t yet known as IT!) as a trainee Cobol programmer. Happy days. All the better as I had unwittingly found something I was good at!
Not as celebration, or even commiseration, we headed out into the driving drizzle (drivlle?) this evening for a pub night by way of the library. Books duly returned and borrowed, we settled on Hector’s. Food was good, if not great value for the money, and S enjoyed her Camden Hell so not a bad outing at all.