Saunter

It's so muggy this evening. Little Agu is a bit groggy, either from lack of sleep, too much sun yesterday or just missing his elder brother to clonk on the head.

There was business to be done, prints to be picked up (and news of a sale from the exhibition), this lady was strutting for us in Palma as we waited for M to emerge from the nose man (all good there) and now we are going to escape to the terrace to cook some big ol' steaks.

Keep cool everyone. This way trouble comes.